Kim Thompson

Time on the water has slowed me down from life’s necessities ever since I was a kid. It has been a passion that started as a child growing up in Colorado watching my father and brother catch rainbows and cutthroats. When I moved to Missoula for school, fly-fishing became my church, my space to reflect and gather myself during the transitional seasons of life. Since then I have found myself holding sockeyes in the Kenai, rainbows in the North Cascades, cutthroats in the Lochsa, and still each time I get a fish on, my heart skips a beat–elated, blessed and empowered. As an adult, I treasure the long weekends that my dad, brother, and I can find ourselves again, together, walking the streams that flow though the Rocky Mountain West.