This week's new and returning products follows a few words about a fly fishing trip to Montana
Editor's note: In an abundance of caution Steve and Barb had been self quarantining since returning from a visit to Montana. The following is the first installment of the recap of their trip.
By Steve Siciliano
Our ride was fifteen minutes late and Barb and I were wondering if it was deja vu all over again.
On a previous trip to Montana the folks from the ranch forgot to pick us up."Oh shit," the proprietor blurted out when I called to inform her we were waiting at the Bozeman airport. "I'll have someone there in two hours." We spent those two hours wondering what the hell we had gotten ourselves into. Thankfully the lodge, located about 100 miles southwest of Bozeman on a high ridge overlooking the Ruby Valley, turned out to be great and our guide Chris Irwin was superb. Despite the inauspicious start it turned out to be a wonderful trip.
While my wife went to the restroom I called the shuttle service we contracted to drive us to the Madison Valley. 'I'm running a little late," a cheery voice said. "I'll be there in ten minutes."
The cheery voice belonged to the mother of the gal who owned and operated the shuttle service. "My notes say you want to make a stop," she said after I crammed our overstuffed suitcases into the back of her SUV. The ranch provided complementary beer and wine but no hard liquor. "Yes," I said. "We need to pick up some bourbon." After procuring the booze and stopping in Ennis for lunch we pulled into the parking lot at the Madison Valley Ranch.
We chose MVR because of it close proximity to the Madison River, one of Montana's premier trout fisheries, but also because of the stellar on line reviews. The moment we pulled up, Marketing & Fly Fishing Manager Parker Redmond greeted us and promptly showed us to our digs for the week--a nicely appointed, western themed room with a private porch. That porch turned out to be a popular after dinner gathering spot. Each evening we shared our bourbon and exchanged stories about our day on the river with a few of our fellow guests--Roxanne and Rob from San Antonio, Dave and Christie from Colorado Springs and Chris from Portland. It's a good thing that my son Chris supplemented our stash with a local bottle of hooch that he had delivered to our room as a surprise gift for my 69th birthday.