Every angler aspires to fish the water of Yellowstone; whether it’s the namesake river or the idyllic Slough Creek. But due to the amount of water in a 500-mile radius, it’s easy to be relatively close and skip it over.
Cam Smythe is one such angler. Given an appreciation of the natural world from his father, he eventually did a guiding stint in Ashton, Idaho, but like many other anglers spoiled by the abundance of choice, never made it up to the Park. When he did finally get to Yellowstone, it was fitting that it was with the person responsible for starting the madness: his father. “Cam watched his dad adjust his well-worn Simms ball-cap and smile over his last sip of coffee. Actually, it was already a perfect day.”