Aquapasture

In a fishing book I once read that the Southeast Arm of Lake Yellowstone was the most remote place in the Lower 48, aka paradise.  My mind instantly filled with images of apex predators establishing dominance by means of maximum carnage.  As I close my eyes I see, Grizzlies Greco Roman wrestling over a 1,000 lb elk carcass beneath a 5,000 foot cliff.  Meanwhile behind a full moon, the Delta wolf pack is atop the cliff howling what I can only compare to a Coldplay song.  Cougars drape from every open pine branch.  Eagles the size of F-16′s cruise the sky waiting to snatch one of the 30″ trout from the river below.
Safe to say that the Southeast Arm greatly intigues me.  It’s one of those spots on the map that you can’t help but stare at.  Someday I’ll load up a kayak and paddle down there.  Can’t say for sure whether I’ll be greeted by ravenous carnivores and trout big enough to eat me, but the solitude and fresh air are reason enough to venture into the mysterious Southeast Arm.