We’ve been digging that Blackfoot gold lately… We aren’t squatting in our Levis and shaking pans, we’re tossing the dries and letting ’em ride. Here’s to the kind of gold that keeps us coming back to the Blackfoot, and keeps it calling well into the long months of winter. Native cutthroat trout are good enough for me, and I’ll drag a net full of these babies to the side of the boat anytime I can.
|Hey baby, what’s your sign? I’m betting its pisces. The gold rush is on.|