Fysh, Out Mesa Falls Rd. or down Wood Rd., tent camp. I move around among various rivers in Idaho and Montana during late June and July so I rarely have spent more than a week on the Fork. You have seen me though as I have not missed but two seasons there since the early 70's. I used to hang with Bobby, Roger and Lisa back then and I know a man that lives in a tippi. My camp mates and even my wife ALL wear long billed hats. Dean, it is not a far drive for you and, though not the insect factory and fishery it once was, it is still among an elite handful of the World's greatest dry fly trout rivers.
Evening on the Fork durring Brown Drake Spinners. It takes nerves of steel to present to a rise like this one.