Smallmouth along the Bronzeback Byway: Chapter 1

A smallmouth river at dawn

The smallmouth bass of the north woods are calling and I must go… Wildfire Refugee I left Missoula in a huff with smallmouth bass on the brain. Lingering smoke and heat had spoiled our precious summer and I’d been out in the elements, guiding clients through the putrid haze. Our ample snowpack was long gone,…

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