A typical spot for the Home Invader... 

The bank's thermometer in Livingston kept flashing back and forth between 31 or 32 degrees. Not exactly what I was hoping for, but I figured it was worth a shot.  There were a ton of baetis duns floating down the Yellowstone's soft edges with a couple risers here and there.  I would have fished dries if I had brought my floating line.  I lost half a bugger barn worth of flies yesterday, so I had to dip into my reserves.   At the top of the list was one of Doug's rare green and white Home Invaders.  It had been aging in my fly box like a bottle of fine wine, but finally the thought of loosing it was overcome by my desire to catch "big budda brown."  My guides were icing up just slightly as I twitched and jigged for the two-footer.  Not in the cards for today anyway...