I know you guys pride yourselves on providing your guests with great horse adventure (and Lories great meals), but you’ve got to spread the word about the fishing at Spruce Lake. Heck, if I can catch trout, a real fisherman will have a ball!

The day long trip up the mountain on old Buck provided the prefect transition for me and the photographer. By the time we reached Spruce Lake, our blood pressure was down and our lungs were filled with that pure mountain air. Plus, we’d seen some pretty spectacular scenery along the way. I was particularly taken with the miles we rode along the river banks.

The thing we liked most about your Spruce Lake fish camp, were the fact that it was rustic enough living in the tent cabins to make it feel like a real outdoor adventure, and comfortable enough for us city slickers. Plus, Len does a pretty good job with a frying pan, condensing he’s a guy and all.

I really hit my stride after I got rid of horse riders, and got the rowboat out into the center of the lake. It was totally quiet (although I did hear a bald eagle screech once while he was looking for lunch).

Here’s what you should tell fishermen. Bring some wet flies (I had good luck with a gnarly wooly-bugger) for fishing the deep spots in the center of the lake where the bigger rainbows hang out. Also, bring some dry flies for fishing along the edges of the lake on the shady side. I saw several afternoon hatches and had great fun snagging fish, though they were smaller than those in the middle.

And be sure and let them know, that the lake is full of native rainbow trout (and it’s O.K. to eat their trophies, so they should stick a bottle of white wine in their rucksack).

Turns out that a couple of long days in the saddle and a couple of days at camp fishing and hanging out with a good book were just the break we needed. We hope to see you again next summer!

Ed, Montana.