Biking with Buffalo

Aiming a satellite antenna is like shooting a fly off a fence post a mile away.
Fortunately a friendly neighbor, Big Jack, got me lined up until a windstorm swung the dish around. Suzy has to have HGTV. Is there an HGTV for RVs? Hope not. Any way with satellite TV, internet, GPS, ipod, and the Kindle I really feel a lot like the original pioneers who were very techy too I am told. They only needed four wheels on their wagons unlike our fifth wheel.

A triathlon in YNP is Biking, Running and Fly Fishing all in one day. Or is it
three states in 20 minutes, Idaho, Montana, and Wyoming on the way to fishing this morning. Fishing the Madison River in Yellowstone is THE fly fishing experience of my short life (so far). Morning fog burns off to reveal I am fishing at the foot of mountains (Mount Haynes) in the meandering Madison river with its muddy bottom that sucks your waders deep into the riverbed. If it wasn’t for my high arches I would still be stuck. Armpit deep holes in river with lots of vegetation. Finally found some gravel bottom and islands off the beaten track. Began fishing too close to the road and could overhear tourists. “Stop, he has a fish on, stop right now I want a picture.” Some of the sights while fishing were an osprey with a fish in its landing gear, elk on opposite bank, eagles overhead, and cutthroats, rainbows, brookies all hungry for whatever I throw out. Wet, dry, big, small, these fish are hungry. Back another day for sure.

Suzy and I took a 15 mile mountain bike ride off the beaten track to some geysers less seen. Herd of Buffalo cut Suzy off from me. She had heard about a buffalo attack a few days ago in the park where a tourist making a call was butted 20 feet by a bull. So she was happy when they left her alone to finish the ride.

Finished the day with dinner at the Bar N Lodge in a beautiful Montana mountain valley, Tom had the almond crusted walleye while Suzy chose the Beet Ravioli stuffed with cheese. Very good, a delayed 40th Anniversary dinner.

Jet put the run on a badger this morning on our run to Henry’s Lake. I have not seen one in the wild for years. The badger ran out on the road, saw jet, put up his gums revealing Jaws III and flayed his neck hair making him look pretty vicious, unlike the Wisconsin Badgers of gridiron fame. I yelled at Jet, thinking they would be the last words he ever heard that he didn’t obey. He came to his senses about the time the badger recognized the Northern Michigan Wildcat in me, and headed for the tall sage with Jet in a not so hot pursuit, but a slow “I showed you!” pursuit. We spent the rest of the run chasing prairie dogs into the sage. Jet is still unaware they hide in holes and not on top of the sage brush. He may learn.