Bighorn River, June 25, 2008. Air temp 86 degrees, Water temp 48 degrees, 7,600cfs. Sunny, calm, gorgeous. Met Buster at St X around noon, stopped for ice and a shuttle, and launched from Afterbay around 1pm. There were two rigs in the parking lot and not a soul in sight. We'd see two other boats all friggin' day. What can be better than having the river to yourself, a cooler full of Coronas, perfect weather, and a bud that insists on rowing all day? We got in to fish right away, and they all came on the no bead LBF, which I had below a red wire worm. T.O. had suggested a wire worm with a large copper bead for a sex gland, so I didn't add additional weight. Fish didn't touch the worm but loved the LBF. First stop was Red Cliffs, and Buster hammered 'em using one of his own patterns, which I'll let him reveal, but suffice it to say its a black thread midge with ostrich herl. The LBF wasn't working for me all of a sudden, but then, I have trouble concentrating when I surrounded by so many large, visible fish. Once back in the boat, the LBF worked again. We explored a few new side channels and hit one that was just jam packed with fish, both trout and huge whitefish. I mean HUGE whitefish that easily went several pounds. One memorable moment came just above the rapids where by then we were well into the ice chest, and I had just cast and laid my rod down across the gunwales to retreive a fresh brew (with lime), when a very, very large brown jumped next to the boat, causing the usual "Whoa!". The ass end of my rod suddenly leapt in to the air, and I somehow managed to grab it before it departed the boat. The resulting clumsy late hook set broke the beast off, but the next cast landed another one. Fishing was great all the way down the river. A tan scud seemed to work best from 3 rivers on down. The water clarity remained quite good all the way to the takeout. A trip with Buster is always loads of fun. He knows so many spots on the river that hold fish that I've never known about. The amazing thing is he's prefectly content to catch a couple of fish and row all day, despite my best efforts to get him to take the front of the boat. Tomorrow, he's donating a trip to a returning vet, and my hat is off to him for his generosity. Thanks again, Buster!