Ever since arriving in Montana, people have boasted numbers and stories about the Missouri River. 6,000 trout inhabit each mile of select river stretches with some ridiculous proportion of those being greater than 16 inches. It sounded like even some of the more inexperienced fishermen and women have historically been able to fool some giants. Personally, exploring Bear trap Canyon, alpine lakes and small creeks within biking distance kept my line tight and made motoring two and a half hours into unknown waters feel silly. More stories coupled with pictures as proof of this legendary water kept popping up so spring trips were made to drift flashy streamers through the overflowing muddy water in an attempt to put in time that will hopefully be rewarded some day. Brantley Persons saw we both Sundayt off so I took the opportunity to see the guy in action and off the floor. It sure felt like Sunday was that day that I have been working because never have I had the chance to cast to rising 18+ inch fish all day. They were eating PMD's voraciously, even a few of ours if they were presented well enough, I guess that's why they're already meat footballs capable of snapping off, spooling and confounding fishermen. The overflowing pocket of a town, Craig, seemed to migrate on to the water as the day progressed, however, good river etiquette prevented ever feeling like I was what they call “combat fishing.” I guess I need to add the MO to my list of waters to attempt to explore and begin to understand.