I have a story about fishing the Firehole. It was early spring about 40 years ago. It was so cool to locate one of those hot springs to stand near and enjoy the bathwater warmth. Caught a few small trout and enjoyed sharing the stream with a herd of elk.

On the way back to the parking lot, along an undercut bank, just downstream from a picnic area, I flopped down a Royal Wuff. A huge bow rose circled then returned to the undercut.

Then within seconds came a slice of Wonderbread gently spinning, about a foot off the bank. CHOMP! that fish came out from the same bank and took a huge bite out of that slice. He was one of those trout that seemed to be as long as your arm, Splash he took another bite not ten more feet down stream.. then another and yet one more. Four strikes not a crumb left.

I stood there and deeply recorded that scene in my memory, mumbled to myself something about matching the hatch and moved on downstream.