D
riving down a dirt road, sporadic
open pasture between aspen
groves and pine trees, rain coming
down at a steady fall, I already had
a good feeling about where we were going.
We were still in the early hours of morning
just east of Bozeman, MT and on a mission
to pick up new display fixtures for the N40
Lewiston Fly Shop.
(providing rocket fuel in the form of huevos
rancheros and breakfast burritos) we not
only commandeered a solution to keeping
our fly shop displays dry, but got the added
bonus of a full tank of gas and XM radio.
Wayne got stuck with a truck that had half a
tank of gas, a radio that wasn’t working, and
the rental car bill (thanks for taking one for
the team Wayne).
The morning had started off with concern
but sometimes luck has a funny way of
showing itself. We awoke that morning
to heavy rain and a rental pickup with no
topper, so the thought of buying a tarp
from our competition wasn’t sitting well.
Fortunately Wayne Wike just happened to
be in town… with his suburban. So after a
brief but delicious morning meet at Sobe’s
As we rounded the final corner the
workshop came into view and that good
feeling that had been growing all morning
was fully realized. I thought to myself, “Yep,
this is where we should be buying our fly
displays from.” We were at Adam and Son’s
workshop, which pleasantly felt more like a
home then a shop. We were welcomed by
Mary Adams, equal parts wife and helping