Andrew, apparently, crushed them on the Upper this afternoon, fishing down from $3 for a couple miles. Action improved with distance from the bridge. He loves to fish hoppers, and although he didn't move a single fish to the damn thing, he tossed a hopper-dropper rig all day. Not to be redundant, but all of his fish were on the dropper, which was an x-caddis.
[You may have noticed something about my bro by now -- he's more about changing water and presentation than flies. We learned that from our father, who taught us to fish with one fly -- a #14 hares ear -- while meat-fishing for Louie Lips on the Weber River:
(Since I'm slightly buzzed, and on a roll here, I'll continue the story.) After a decade or so, he (and thus, we) discovered the Henry's Fork and added the black bead-head bugger to the arsenal. Two decades into it, he/we are still fishing that same rig (albeit, some of us more than others).]
Also, Andrew drove down the Gallatin this afternoon and said it's totally blown out.
