Wild At Heart

Catching wild trout in the rugged country of Montana's Bob Marshall Wilderness

The North Fork of the Blackfoot flows through a valley of death and rebirth. It is a place where most days a high wind whistles through the numberless spires of 50-foot silver-gray skeletons, whole mountainsides of them. But when a visitor lowers his gaze he soon spots the green of a new forest sprouting and, far below, a gleaming silver ribbon of water twisting through it all. The allure of unspoiled waters and landscapes is, of course, what our sport is all about. For most of us the appeal extends from the pastoral to the raw and the wild. Read more – offline – from the current issue; subscribe to FRR.