The Cross on the other side of Hwy 15 is still glowing. In a few moments dawn will extinguish it. It is 7:30am and anglers in moss green and khaki coloured quick dry pants, fleece tops and ball caps with logos make the walk to the local fly shop to get their morning cup of coffee and a hot breakfast burrito wrapped in tin foil. Their hands are tucked in pockets as it is Fall. Some of the older ones puff on a smoke. They come from everywhere: California; Washington state; New York; Canada; some even from far away places like Germany, Sweden and South Africa. Trucks and SUV's start to come and go. Most are towing drift boats. Their licence plates say: dryfly, fins, nympher; 5X, bamboo...and so on. A few town dogs snoop around and cover the territory. Waders still hang on porches. In a couple of hours all will head for the water. A parade of drift boats will begin the float down the river. It is all part of the morning routine in Trout Town: Craig, Montana, year round population 43.
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