I have a distinct childhood memory of fishing on a river and having a trout steal my bait over and over again. It annoyed me greatly and left me with the impression that trout can be rather clever, considering their brain size. Yesterday Matt and I spent the day fishing a few holes on the Sun River, and once again the trout outwitted us many times over. Our combined years of higher education amounted to nothing. We did end up taking two trout home for dinner, but we think we only caught them because they were lacking that trout intelligence. You can tell the fish in the photo below is a bit slow because he is missing part of his upper caudal fin. He must have done something pretty foolish to have had that happen.
So, we've been enjoying our time out here in Montana. It's been warm and sunny. We find the act of fishing very riveting. We never thought we'd be so into it, but it puts us absolutely in the moment. It flows and makes the time speed by, and is a great excuse for being outdoors.
We would have taken photos of the fishing hole where we found our gullible trout, but we are keeping that a secret.
Instead you get a photo of one of the many small lakes found on the Rocky Mountain Front.
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