I have been lucky enough to fish both ends of the Yellowstone season for the last three years. Last year it was 55 degrees and sunny on closing day. This year, although the fishing was good, the weather was brutal. Left the house this morning about 6AM and slid our way down to Yellowstone. We just got our first serious winter storm of the year and the road through Gallatin Canyon was snowy and icy with temps in the teens.

Once on the Firehole, there were few humans to be found.

Although benign enough looking, temps stayed in the low 20s all morning and a strengthening wind made concentrating on the fishing difficult.

My second stop was Muleshoe Bend where I encountered the only other fool I saw on the river today. From Idaho, he was finding success on a pod feeding on BWOs.

I was having success with the Woolly Bugger – Soft Hackle combo, but more time was spent warming the fingers and thawing out the guides. By noon, the wind was howling at 15-20 mph and you couldn’t make two casts before everything froze up. Every time my left wet gloved hand grabbed the reel, it was frozen stuck to it.

So at noon, I quit this year’s Yellowstone season, got the wife to take an end of year photo and we headed home. Got to know when to quit.