Sometimes doing the right thing is dang hard. I remember a hot August Friday about ten years ago. I decided to take the day off from work and head out for some fly fishing. My wife and I hit the river with high hopes of big browns and feisty rainbows on the end of the rod. At that point, the rivers in Montana where shut down to fishing due to the overly warm water temps from the drought conditions and unusual scorching evening temperatures. Oh well, I thought, sucks to be in Montana right now, but I’m in Wyoming and lucky for us, we don’t do warm water shut downs.