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Doug Jeffries With Nice Brown Looking back now I kick myself for not taking Eric up on his offer that first day. The first morning as we drove across the dam that forms Yellowtail Reservoir I looked over and saw these fishy looking shadows slowly moving around down there. Eric saw me looking and said they were carp and wondered if I wanted to give them a try? Seems they take hoppers if you can get close enough. If nothing else it would be interesting to see how a carp gets his vacuum cleaner mouth high enough above the surface to take a hopper. My mind flashed to the Monty Python sketches that began with "And now for something completely different!" But it was our first day and we were after big trout on the fabled Bighorn. As it turned out we caught enough trout that two days later sneaking up on carp had the appeal of something completely different and maybe even a little fun. But alas, on the third day, by the time I decided it was something worth trying the wind had kicked up and changed direction making the flats unfishable. Healthy Rainbow Anyway, back to General Custer and the Grateful Dead. They both existed at that very moment - Custer's bane being a non-descript, gently rolling dry grassland rushing by outside the window of a 1973 Ford Bronco. The Grateful Dead roared out of a tape player at near 110dB in an attempt to bring Jerry Garcia to life inside that same beat up Ford Bronco. The next day it was a similar story except substitute Jimmy Buffet lamenting about cheeseburgers. The next it was back to the Dead. And so it went each of three mornings and evenings as Eric powered us toward another interesting day of chasing large trout on the Bighorn River below Yellowtail Reservoir.
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