Wetting a line

This year we mainly did dry fly fishing.  It's very different in that it take a lot of patients, coordination and you have to keep your eye on the fly.  
Matt was the big winner this year as he caught the first, the biggest and the most.
Gracie caught the first on a dry fly and I caught the biggest brown.  
This year, we did two guided wade trips in Yellowstone.  We fished the Madison, Firehole and Gibbon rivers in the park.
I will say, the snakes got more in the game (and in the water this year) and I wasn't a fan.
Nonetheless, we had fun trying, catching, getting wet and being together. 

First chance to wet a line

While fishing the Firehole, I waded out to a rock.  I hooked a trout and sadly didn't get him landed but found out that there was a drop off from the rock and nearly topped my waders.  I did get a little wet.  

Matt then comes along and gives me a hard time about not landing the fish.  I tell him that with the water deep and moving I couldn't get him.  Matt proceeds to go out and find my rock.  He gets up on it and tells me that there is a rock there so why didn't I stand on it and get the fish.  Are you kidding?  I told him I was on the rock.  Well I lean over and tell Gracie and our guide Nichole to watch.  I had already told them that there was a drop off.   I tell Matt once he's on the rock that he can wade out a bit faster for better reach. Needless to say, he steps and finds out for himself about the drop off and why I didn't land the fish.  He completely tops is waders and even has to strip them off and dump the water once back on shore.  It was hilarious.  The picture are blurry because Gracie was laughing so hard while trying to take them.

Soaked and dumping water from his waders.

After his waders filled up and he had to strip them off, he had to put on a pair of Lily Grace's pink wool socks because that's all he had other than cold wet feet.  

Her casting is beautiful.  People actually stopped to watch her .  She can put out a good amount of line and make it look so graceful.

Landing her first on a dry fly

This trumpeter swan on the Firehole in Yellowstone was relentless.  He followed me and I finally had to reel in and move.

We also had a coyote join us on the banks this year while fishing the Madison in the park.

And when you are tired of fishing, nothing beats reading by the water.

Back on the ranch, Matt caught this large and beautiful rainbow on the Madison.

On our last day on the water, I finally caught and landed this brown trout on a dry fly.