Home

The first time I ever went to Montana was in october, nearly 20 years ago. As I arrived at West Yellowstone, it started snowing, I stopped at Bud Lilly’s where my friend Michel Fontan was working, he gave me a couple of flies and a few advise and said “they love snow”. On my way down to Livingstone, I finally parked and went to the river. was it a hatch? Was it the snow flakes? The trouts were all crazy! They behaved nicely with me and a few of them leven danced for me at the end of my line… When I saw that film I remembered those days and I thought about Michel who was one of the kindnest man I’ve ever met.  [vimeo 64861796]