There’s a reason springtime in Montana is considered among many veteran guides to be the best season to come tight to a trout on a fly rod. Heightened energy demands for spring spawning drives rainbows to eat hard. Magnum kype-jawed browns start peeking out from cutbanks looking for sculpins and chunky stonefly nymphs. And when the stars align, the trifecta is complete when the sun comes out and the wind dies down to make for some truly magical Montana fishing.
Madison River Fishing Report
Sandhill Cranes were spotted this week, arriving back from their winter vacation in friendlier climes. Redwing Blackbirds are now chirping from the willows. And, adult aquatic insects like Midges, BWOs, and Skwala Stoneflies are dancing on the riffles of the Madison for those hardy anglers willing to wet a line early enough in the day. Spring is definitely in the air, and apparently the water too...
As I write this, it’s early in the morning and already 50 degrees, sunny, and wait for it…….calm winds. After a long cold winter, we’re soaking up any and all available sun rays right now, especially after the gray, soggy weather this past week. But it's fishing season, and we're all systems go now!
Everyday, more and more boat launches are seeing drift boats and rusty trailering skills on display along the Upper Madison. Red winged black birds have been spotted already and the fishing is picking up substantially, as the water temps have finally stopped bottoming out. The fish have seemed to key in on that and really started pounding those all important Skwala nymphs that are becoming more prevalent with each passing week.
After enjoying nearly two weeks of balmy spring like weather, we got a mild reminder that it is, in fact, still technically winter here in SW Montana. But the damage to the ice gorge between Varney and town is already done. More and more water is opening up, though still somewhat challenging to access. Heavy and massive ice sheets still blanket the river valley so use extreme caution when walking over or around it to reach the water. A big chunk collapsed under me near 8 mile and although I escaped with only minor scrapes to my hands when falling, it was a scary reminder to be very careful where you step.