Meet Sean Stranahan. Boston born. During and after college did some nominal work as a PI for a relative’s law firm. Got married, no kids. All that aside, his two true loves were painting water colors and fly fishing. When his marriage fell apart, he packed his bags and headed west finally settling in the Madison Valley of Montana. Home to some of the best trout fishing in the US as well as a sort of artist colony for practitioners of Western art. Sean’s front door in the Bridger Mountain Cultural Center lists ‘Blue Ribbon Water Colors (& Private Investigations).’
His new found friend is Rainbow Sam, a local fishing guide and all around colorful character, not to mention somewhat of an expert on something called whirling trout disease - killed much of the local trout population, but the numbers of fish are slowly returning. Sam’s current client has been hooking some good fish, but when he hooks a corpse, life in the Madison Valley changes abruptly.
Word gets around quickly, to put it mildly. Sam and Sean are having some beers and bar food at the local hotel’s pub, listening to a visiting woman playing standards on the piano. Shouldn’t be hard to guess who shows up to Sean’s studio/office/apt the next day. She goes by Velvet Lafayette, but her real name is Vareda (an interesting way to spell ‘femme fatal’) and she’s from Louisiana with an odd request.
He daddy had fished there frequently and he died on his last trip the year before. As a catch-release fisherman, her daddy would cut a notch in the dorsal fin of his more memorable catches as some sort of a signature. Veered wanted to hire Sean to fish the nearby rivers and find one of those notched fish and scatter the ashes in the last pool he fished. Odd request, but getting paid to fish sounded good, so he took the job.
Sheriff Martha Ettinger is ready to tag the corpse as an accidental drowning. While the autopsy agreed with drowning as the cause of death, the water samples from the lung came from lake water, not from a running river. Then someone puts a slug into Rainbow Sam’s shoulder.
Sean is still focused on finding that fishing pool with the notched trout, but darn near every time he turns around, something comes up about that fish disease, the drowned victim, a local fish hatchery, state fisheries politics, not to mention the influx of mostly west coast money and the McMansions built on the shores of all those wonderful trout streams.
This is the debut book for McCafferty. Sean’s character is well developed and the dance between Sean, the Sheriff, Vereda, Rainbow Sam, and quite a colorful array of locals are as colorful as the local scenery. Don’t expect Sean to be Jack Reacher or Joe Pike of the Northern Rockies. He’s a down to earth guy trying to recover from a divorce by doing the two main things he loves: fish and paint. That PI thing is a sidelight that ends up taking over. Obviously, McCafferty is a fly fisherman and while I wouldn’t know, the fishing details sure do seem to be presented in accurate detail. Looks like there are 2 or 3 more Sean Stranahan books published. While not likely to break into my power rotation, it does add another author to my growing catalogue of ‘Western mysteries: CJ Box (Joe Pickett), Craig Johnson (Walt Longmire), Enes Smith (Cold River Reservation) and of course, the late great Tony Hillerman. McCafferty’s writing is a bit lighter in tone, but could well by in my 2nd tier of western authors. Perfect of a long haul flight.
(for the uninitiated, like me. a Royal Wulff is a type of fly used by those who fish for trout. Looks like all of his book titles contain a reference to something related to fly fishing).
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