The 2nd ridiculously rewarding thing we did on our trip out West took place on the night before our last day of fishing in Idaho. Thank god (or your deity of choice) we all agreed to head back and hit up the hotel again for a good nights sleep, showers and a good meal. I really just wanted to snuggle with Chris again. This was probably one of the best decisions, unknowingly, since that next day turned into a LONG ONE!! Up at dawn, no need to eat because of the massive portions from the meal we had the night before. The HO was packed and ready to go so we headed for coffee, gas and then the quick hump down to the stream. We fished pretty much all day, getting off the stream with little light left in the day. Dropped off the boat at premier and took a quick tour of the Premier Oars and Blades shop with ? Guy who’s name I forget; he had a hat completely covered in used streamer flies and he let me pet him like a dog the whole time. We headed for a quick bite to eat at a diner/gas station (Rockies) that had one of the best burgers that I have ever eaten in my life—bar NONE!
It was Ryan’s turn to drive in the daily rotation of things, Chris had backseat which would have been the place to be, and I had Co-Pilot. Our destination was Cody which would take us in through the South gate and out the East gate of Yellowstone park at night………this should be fun. The nice lady at the gate entrance who’s birthday had to end in B.C. told us to go the speed limit because the park police are always out (our white Tahoe looked just like-em) and the wildlife is always crossing the road. She said, “Someone hit a bison a few weeks back and the bison won.” About 3 minutes after leaving the gate a fox ran across the road. Now I’ve seen plenty of fox’s in my life but come on this thing looked like at least 30 pounder. It’s probably about 1030 to 11pm when we started into yellowstone and Cody was a solid 1.5-2 hrs away and we had to still hit up wally-world for a license and set-up camp. Suddenly Ryan hollered out BISON BISON!!! Chris and I both pooped in our pants a little and looked in Ryan’s POV and nothing. He flipped a U-turn and headed back and the SOB was standing right in the middle of the road. As black as NIGHT with a dull reflection off it’s eyes that really didn’t help reflect any light at all. WOW those F-in things are BIG. We could have hit that thing going the speed limit 35 or a little more and it would have done nothing but put the engine in our laps and just pissed off the bison. He slowly walked across the 2-lane and disappeared into the darkness, like a big drunk dude staggering home from the bar alone. We made our way to wally-world, then backtracked about 30 minutes to camp. Set-up shop and went to bed at about 3-330 am only to wake up when the sun hit out tents. From this moment on in Wyoming it was a Trout Catching Marathon!!!!