Went out with Tom and Bill to fill some whitetail tags. It didn't work out for me, but Bill shot this little buck. The big storm blew in last night and degraded the highways and interstates to the point that none of us want to be on the roads for a few days. I'm going to catch up on my reading. Bill's busy making deer jerkey.

Professional photographer  Marco Simonini came with us one day to shoot the canyons and fall foliage of the Alps. Here are a few of his images. I was blown away by his work. 

Fly fishing with Erik Sanders of Fly Fish Italia, I was able to catch wild brown and marble trout in ancient cities in Northern Italy.  This region is breathtaking, historical, and a foodie's paradise. We ate smoked ham (spek) shaved so thin you could almost see through it. The wine is spectacular and we never stopped fishing. I boarded my flight home with my waders still wet in the bag, my arm tired from casting streamers, and the sound of tumbling water still in my ears. Shout out to our amazing guides Paolo and Matteo. Erik specializes in introducing American fly fishermen to this special region and the specialized techniques used to catch these fish. 

...the big bulls I saw last week are suddenly gone, blown out of the country. I have an idea where they went. The rifle season opens this week. I'm going to pack a sandwich and stay out all day. 

The bull elk are bugling all over the mountain these last few days. I'm running back and forth, from town to work, and back to the hills again. I've seen some huge bull elk, but haven't been able to close the deal with my bow. Still, it's worth it just to be out there with them.

Bill and Mackenzie Mixer allowed my to tag along on their annual father/daughter hopper float. (They've been hitting the river pretty hard these last few weeks. Mackenzie, who lives in Denver, has become a no-show at most of her social events, and has been buying one-day fishing licenses for a month now.)  They caught 20 a few days before we went. Our day was a bit slower, but the banter was crisp and I managed to catch the first brown trout I have caught in years. Bill comes from the school of thought where you cast as close to the bank as possible and let your fly drift along the cutbanks. He was right, just this once. The brown came out of a dark, weedy bay and smashed my fly. I even got a chance to row after boating a few fish. I tried to keep Bill out of the zone, but once, while his daughter was tangled, I allowed him to fish thirty yards of brushy banks. He connected on the fish of the day. Who knows how long this dry fly phenomenon will last? For the time being, Mackenzie is staying in Wyoming. You won't find her at Angelo's in Denver, or anywhere else. She'll be in the front of Bill's boat casting foam hoppers at the shore. 

I floated from the bridge to Bessemer yesterday. The rainbows were taking hoppers like they're supposed to. It was almost perfect until a thunderstorm blew us up and ruined my GoPro. We had a bunch of takes. 

 A group of Casper College professors went back to the Snowy Range for our annual Backcountry Committee meeting. Mike Olson took minutes. The brook trout and rainbows were biting yellow humpies and spinners. I hadn't fished these creeks for over ten years.

Natrona County is alive with hoppers; they're everywhere. I see them in the roads, or bouncing off the side of my car. They are absolutely swarming the banks of the river, but they are not in the river itself. They seem to be trained to avoid the river. So fishing was slow this week. The North Platte is running at 3,000 CFS. I did an evening float from the dam to Lusby. Only three fish hit the hopper. I've never been able to time it right. Maybe it will build as August goes by.