Sometimes I'm a slow learner. In 2015, I was fortunate to be able to fish in Montana on four separate occasions. We have plans to spend nearly 10 days in Montana and Yellowstone in August this year, and I'm starting to get a little giddy about the two-day trip my wife booked for me on the Missouri in April. Fingers crossed that she's coming along. After my day on the Big Horn River last year, I did a little math and realized that I should have just purchased a full-year nonresident angling license for 2015. Turns out it would have been cheaper than the daily licenses that I purchased as needed. With this in mind, Mrs. Fading Angler and I picked up shiny new full-year 2016 fishing licenses when we were in Missoula.
Sure, we could have bought them online, but there's nothing like having that fluorescent yellow piece of waterproof "paper" in your wallet. It's my license to do what I do. Rather than:
Bond. James Bond.You get this:
Angler. Fading Angler.Women may not swoon over me and fish may not fear me, but my drink will always be shaking. Err, shaken.