Rebooting Charisma in Business


Why should CEOs and senior executives struggle to become more engaging or show greater empathy, when even a professional actor and comedian trained in the communication arts has been booted from the top of Twitter?

The June 2015 ouster from Twitter’s C-suite of Dick Costolo – he used to work for Second City, the famed Chicago-based improv group that also gave the world Mike Myers and Arthur Burns – would suggest the vogue for soft skills epitomized by the improv actor’s “Yes …. And” is succumbing to “No …. But” and the hard number CFO-talk investors prefer to hear.

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Last comic laugh: Twitter’s Dick Costolo (Foto Twitter)

Does this mean the pendulum has swung and the whole soft-skills paradigm and management “vision thing” needs banishing to the back of the management bookshelf as even Silicon Valley goes back to the button-down, anti-charismatic CEO?

Despite his ready tongue and laid-back style, Costolo couldn’t make Twitter (288 million users) grow as fast as bigger rivals FaceBook (1.2 billion users) and Google (1.2 trillion searches yearly). And he committed the cardinal sin of telling the New York Times “No, you don’t have to tweet.”

Can you imagine Jack Welch in his prime telling customers they “didn’t have to buy a GE refrigerator”? (By coincidence, Jack Welch has been writing about the “number one quality” leaders need: intelligence, charisma, or positive energy).

So now Twitter founder and co-chairman Jack Dorsey – hardly a dour MBA type himself and now sporting a very un-Wall Street Viking beard – is back at the helm. Nevertheless, the Twitter story might suggest the figure of the transformational leader using vision, charisma and engagement to inspire employees, has taken a serious hit.

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Jack Dorsey (Photo London Evening Standard)

Just hold on a minute.

Ever since the 1960s, when business school professors began trawling through the writings of Austrian sociologist Max Weber to spin out his theories of how power is gained and maintained by princes, bureaucrats and heroes, there’s been a war going on between two rival visions of how leadership works in a post-feudal world. Business gurus James McGregor Burns and Bernard Bass took forward Weber’s ideas to found separate wings of a global industry of management thinking. There’s an earlier blog all about this accessible here.

Max Weber

Leadership study pioneer: Max Weber

At one pole stands transactional leadership – goal-setting to win compliance through supervision and organization, by using carrots or sticks to boost group performance and align followers with the leader’s clearly-stated goals. Transactional leadership isn’t aimed at changing the future, but bureaucratic fine-tuning of the present to avert crises. If you like, Twitter under Costolo didn’t have enough of this nitty-gritty attribute.

At the other pole stands transformational leadership – where non-bureaucratic values of personal trust, vision and a desire for fulfilment are articulated by leaders who inspire employees to perform better. This is the domain of the charismatic leader able to articulate an inspirational vision and strategy – but who may be less at home with the bricks and mortar of implementation. Once again, hiring a CEO like Costolo for Twitter was a triumph of “management walking around and being inspirational.”

But beware of pendulums and binary – even bipolar – thinking. Sometimes when  business school professors write papers about leadership, what they really mean is management. Keeping the trains running on time is quite different from making followers believe they want to do something they had previously considered impossible.

And whatever the textbooks say, we know human interactions don’t work the way the theories go. (Indeed Burns argued that most effective leaders use both transactional and transformational styles).

The primary function of leaders is work facilitation – pointing people in the right direction to deliver more and change more than they had believed possible. To achieve common goals, leaders must clarify to followers exactly how to get there, over the horizon.

In other words, regardless of whether the style is transactional or transformational, effective communication is the central leadership attribute. Effective communication doesn’t have to be a rerun of Mark Anthony’s funeral speech for Julius Caesar or Martin Luther King’s “dream.”

It’s not about the noise and flourishes the speaker makes – it’s about the active response of the audience. Let’s drop the idea that charisma is all about rhetorical blather, engaging ad-libs, inspiration and schmooze. To be charismatic, you don’t even have to be nice. Consider the magnetic influence of former British premier Margaret Thatcher, once described by former French president Francois Mitterrand as having “the eyes of Caligula and the lips of Marilyn Monroe.”

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Margaret Thatcher – Fatal Attraction

The proof is whether – even in the absence of empirical proof – people will change their views and do things they previously would not have agreed to, all because of what a leader says.

We believe it’s time to reboot the concept of charisma in business, in effect distancing it from the transformational leadership silo envisioned over a century ago by Weber, and placing it closer to the modern camp of management sometimes called instrumental leadership.

That’s where things get done not only thanks to transactions (bureaucracy), or to transformations (inspiration) but through clear contracting – all thanks to clear communication. Step forward charisma!

At Communicate Charisma we teach people how to become more engaging and effective communicators. In our Charisma Dimensions workshops, we use practical exercises coupled with our bespoke self-awareness tools to allow participants to understand and experience the impact of individual personality traits on how we are perceived by others. Together, we use these insights to develop a more effective and authentic personal style, and so raise our power of influence and communications mastery.

Find out more about our workshops.

All About Pyramids, Pancakes, and Evolutionary Purpose


Megaphone leadership from the top is out.

That’s the conclusion of a recent crop of business books profiling new-generation organisations, where self-managing employees strive for wholeness and evolutionary purpose in complex systems that work largely by themselves.

Rivalling the dedication and self-regulating skill of honey-gathering bees, engaged employees manage themselves by harvesting collective intelligence, without being hectored needlessly from above. Sometimes there’s no strategy, no target and even no budget in this pyramid-turned-pancake world.

Does happy at the top = unhappy  down below?

Is time running out for this well tested leadership model?

So when it comes to communication by management, any “Charm Offensive” by management would sound … just offensive.

If you look at the graphic above you’ll see exactly why. Each happy person is  destined to make someone unhappy, as well as passing downwards his or her own happiness. The bottom line is more unhapy  faces than happy ones – showing why top-down messaging can be counter-productive.

So instead of playing God, managers are now invited to listen and just see what emerges.

Read the case studies in Frederic Laloux’s now red-hot business book Reinventing Organizations and you’ll learn that pyramidal hierarchies are gone, as too are the old trio of vision, strategy and execution. Purpose is the central intention, and once this is clear, employees will surely “show up in the full glory of their humanity.”

Now it looks more  like this: Foto Wikimedia by jeffreyw

New and tastier leadership model: Foto Wikimedia by jeffreyw

Take it or leave it, but Laloux believes a new paradigm for social organisation is emerging, as evidenced by a handful of companies where the management suite operates more like a suggestion box. His cases include Patagonia, BSO/Origin, AES and Dutch healthcare enterprise Buurtzorg. He takes “radical” as far as inviting buyers of his e-book to “pay what feels right.”

Likewise Clive Wilson’s insightful new book ‘Designing the Purposeful Organization – inspiring performance beyond boundaries’ emphasizes the shared sense of learning that characterizes successful companies. Like Laloux, he concludes that success is very different from results. Less radical perhaps than Laloux, Wilson maintains that achieving powerful results still depends on measuring key variables, including culture and vision.

Laloux may advocate emotional and spiritual wholeness in the workplace, and declare “you need structure but you don’t need a boss.” Nevertheless, managers are hardly going the way of the Dodo just yet. Nor are they expected to be silent.

Read a little closer and you’ll see this valued process of creating alignment around systems that can be complex without being hierarchical, still depends on regular conversations about what success means, about sharing, and above all about stories that build on and celebrate success.

Without authentic stories, none of this will work. Nowadays, employees won’t listen just because they have to. They’ll only listen if what they hear is trustworthy because for too long, happy at  the top has meant unhappy  down below – as in the ‘smiley chart’ at the top of this entry.

Being at the top gives no automatic right to a hearing.

Being at the top gives no automatic right to a hearing.

In other words, the leadership communication function remains alive and well in the new paradigm. Let’s just say it’s more about “talking with” than “talking at,” and intelligent listening. A new kind of workplace conversation is starting.

So how will a new generation of managers make this transition from hierarchical status to giving and receiving advice? In a world where employees already know what to do and actively contribute to improving systems, managers will need to focus on developing a new and effective communications style if they’re to add value.

It’s not that the familiar topics of the management “pep-talk” delivered at offsites or away-days – vision and belief, purpose or mission, and cooperation – have gone away. They’ve just morphed away from being add-ons to the strategy slide-deck into the less visible business of building rapport and consolidating trust. Bosses can’t tell employees what their mission is – they are already busy co-creating it.

Communications skills must be built into everything.

That’s why we believe that heightened awareness of the mechanisms driving interpersonal communications and how to map them, adds value for in a world where managers – like emperors – will wish to avoid being seen without clothes.

Knowing  one’s personal strengths in fields such as Empathy, Collaboration, Vision and Values, could be crucial. So too will ability to utilize the persona linked to small-group communication styles of the Coach or Negotiator.

Engaging leader profile

Traditional leader profile

Communicate Charisma is a methodology to raise self-awareness of the communicative attributes we all naturally possess, and to help individuals build on their strengths to increase the rapport they have with others. In the future drawn by Laloux, managers will need to communicate in ways that are both non-hierarchical and authentic.

Communicate Charisma's clockface of nine Avatars

Communicate Charisma’s clockface of nine Avatars

We believe Communicate Charisma and its training programmes will help equip a new generation of managers who will lead not from the top of the pyramid, but by means of everyday interactions that engage, empathize and persuade.

At Communicate Charisma we teach people how to become more engaging and effective communicators. In our Charisma Dimensions workshops, we use practical exercises coupled with our bespoke self-awareness tools to allow participants to understand and experience the impact of individual personality traits on how we are perceived by others. Together, we use these insights to develop a more effective and authentic personal style, and so raise our power of influence and communications mastery.

Find out more about our workshops.

Crossing The Leadership Frontier


On the borderline that separates good managers from true leaders, stands a gate marked “self-awareness.”

And the advice offered by the guardian of this gate is: “stop being what someone else has told you to be, and start being yourself.”

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Could the gate to self-awareness look something like this?

Through it will pass those individuals who will go on to help their companies deliver significant financial outperformance, while assuring themselves more fulfilling careers.

That’s the conclusion of a survey by recruitment provider Korn/Ferry International. A 2013 survey of almost 7,000 executives found that those in companies with a strong rate of return were far less likely to have personal “blind spots” than those in weaker performers.

In fact employees of weaker companies were 79 percent more likely to have low overall self-awareness, concluded the survey “A Better Return on Self-Awareness.

So addressing blind sports by enhancing self-awareness isn’t just good for the executive – it’s good for business. The ability to recognise and understand moods, emotions and drives – is a hallmark of leaders driving delivering competitive advantage.

The role that emotions play in business decisions has long been recognized – but now it’s being quantified and analysed.

Another survey, by the Fortune Knowledge Group and consultants gyro, in 2014 polled 720 senior US executives, mostly in companies with more than US$500 million annual revenues.

The survey found that 62% of respondents says they “trust their gut” when evaluating decisions.

Asked whether they regularly used emotional insight to enhance their interpretation of objective data, 61% agreed.

And nearly two thirds of respondents said that subjective grounds or “human factors” increasingly make a difference to decision-making.

This survey concurs with Korn/Ferry’s survey that self-awareness and emotional intelligence are important success factors. “Executives are ultimately less analytical and more emotional,” concludes Fortune Knowledge Group’s The Emotional Logic of Business Decisions.”

While both studies emphasise the importance of intangibles and “soft factors” in executive development and successful decision-making, the path to this prized self-awareness remains tantalisingly opaque.

While traditional tools such as coaching supported by regular 360-degree performance appraisals clearly help employees to better understand themselves and eliminate blind spots, from the client’s perspective the process can seem time-consuming and expensive.

One contributing factor is precisely that emotional factors and other components of self-awareness are often accepted as intangibles – making them harder to visualise or to grasp intuitively.

Ninevah

Photo: James Gordon

Like any journey, the road toward self-awareness is easier for those equipped with a map showing their starting-position. For coaches who help clients make choices about their destination and serve as guides, a map that projects the client’s strengths, blind-spots and communicative persona is an important asset.

That’s why Communicate Charisma offers a suite of diagnostic tools that help executives on the journey of leadership development, by providing their coaches with insightful maps and charts. These intuitive, easy-to-grasp projections show both the seven dimensional Essence Profile, and the two dimensional Projection Profile. Each client has a unique mix of emotional factors that determine how he or she is experienced by others.

Communicate Charisma's Two Dimension Plot contains 39 distinct fields

Communicate Charisma’s Two Dimension Plot contains 39 distinct fields

Clients create a personal “snapshot” or MRI image of their communicative persona by completing a simple online test. This delivers a detailed Self-Assessment Report affording rich insights to aid the coaching process toward greater self-awareness.

Communicate Charisma Seven Dimension plot yields 105 variants

Communicate Charisma Seven Dimension Plot yields 105 variants

Communicate Charisma’s tools can, for example, help users discover when and if  “trusting their gut” actually means allowing themselves to be influenced by another’s persona. And, vice versa, to  discover what it takes to project personal charisma in such a way that those on the other side of the table will “trust their gut” to favour a client.

We believe that passing through the “self-awareness gateway” is a laudable goal – and that everyone who tries it should give themselves the best possible chanceof success.

At Communicate Charisma we teach people how to become more engaging and effective communicators. In our Charisma Dimensions workshops, we use practical exercises coupled with our bespoke self-awareness tools to allow participants to understand and experience the impact of individual personality traits on how we are perceived by others. Together, we use these insights to develop a more effective and authentic personal style, and so raise our power of influence and communications mastery.

Find out more about our workshops.

The Hidden Cost of Dull Leadership


When corporate struggles put managers in harm's way

Back when corporate struggles  really put managers in harm’s way

Once upon a time, kings personally commanded their armies in war. The price of dull leadership on the battlefield was death, banishment and even the abolition of entire nation states.

In 1346 King Philip VI of France lost his sacred battle flag, the Oriflamme, at the Battle of Crécy and unleashed a century of war with England. The death of the Portuguese king Sebastian while campaigning in North Africa in 1578, caused the Spanish to take over his country for 60 years. Among English kings, Charles I lost his head in 1649; his son James II lost his throne in 1688. George II lost America without leaving London.

The pain of a top management takeover - 1649 style.

In our own age, leadership of those modern armies we know as corporations seems a far less dangerous business. Few CEOs die in this calling and the rolling of heads is symbolic – unless you happen to be a low-ranking vice president after a takeover. Those in the C suite can expect a golden parachute, three months’ ‘gardening leave’ – and a resumption of calls from the headhunters.

But the truth is dull leadership has always been and continues to be the most dangerous and costly element of all human endeavour – including in corporate life.

Dull leadership is the inability of managers to communicate future plans and needs in clear and compelling terms that motivate and inspire the workforce and other stakeholders. It is the costliest of all factors dragging down the modern enterprise.

Dull leadership is about trying to fix your weaknesses in public – rather than focusing on your strengths in front of your troops.

Just like an infection that breaks down the body’s defences to degenerative disease, dull leadership opens the path for all the ills that bring eventual defeat on the corporate battlefield. Low staff engagement. Alienated customers. Demotivated channel partners. Ageing brands. Tired sales teams. Cynical shareholders. Reinvigorated competitors.

Now wonder leadership is the Holy Grail of business studies and business publishing.

Effective leadership is the power to influence others  (employees, stakeholders, customers, competitors, enemies) to accept and then force themselves to do things they would not otherwise do, expressed wholly through communication. Effective leaders who tell stories of tomorrow, engage and inspire others to follow them into future they have the power to shape.

Yet since 1934, we have searched for leadership in quite different places and described it in different terms. It was then that Alfred P. Sloan, President of General Motors, founded what was to become the world’s first business school. This in turn launched an armada of MBA courses devoted to such technical aspects of leadership as planning, forecasting, cost-control, budgeting and allocation of human and other resources.

Business School innovator: Alfred Sloan's class of 1895

It’s an inconvenient truth that while these professional skills have in the past done admirable service for an elite warrior class, the rate of attrition for corporate footsoldiers is largely unaffected by management prowess. The dynamic that makes companies grow, acquire, split, divest and then die often results from a completely different definition of leadership.

It’s almost as noteworthy that many of role models in modern corporate life tend to be the iconoclasts with highly developed communications prowess, rather than logistical or administrative mavens.

Virgin's Branson makes talking  a brand strength

The Virgin Group led by Richard Branson, for example, has made a brand virtue out of its founder’s ability to project forward scenarios – even in space travel. A whole TED Talk-trained generation of Menlo Park entrepreneurs depends upon charismatic communication to pitch counter-intuitive business models.

In short, “talking the walk” is back, despite what that established icon of business publishing Jim ‘Good to Great’ Collins wrote about ‘The Death of the Charismatic Leader’  way, way back in 1997.

Facebook's Zuckerberg Communication skills did him no harm

Let’s do a test. If we were to transpose the accepted arsenal of modern MBA tools onto the battlefields of France during the Hundred Years War, who would they serve best? Would it be the King leading his army from the front by the windmill, or the Quartermaster minding the horses and baggage waggons safely at the rear, ensuring the long-bowmen doing the actual fighting got a steady supply of arrows?

Crécy battleplan: Would  you fight at the front - or the back?

Now let’s try the other way around. What was the single most important leadership used by the English king who won the Battle of Agincourt in 1415? Lovers of Shakespeare’s play Henry Vth will know it was inspiring rhetoric. Raw leadership in the face of impossible odds is all about mastery of communication for influence. No wonder the British 1944 film version became a powerful wartime motivational tool.

Shakespeare's Henry Vth rallies the troops

Fast forward to 2015. It’s no surprise, either, that more fashionable MBA schools have begun moving away from a pure focus on financial management to stress on the importance of softer, more subjective communication attributes. Communicate Charisma couldn’t agree more about the importance of this.

Yet we’re heading exactly in the opposite direction. We believe that to understand personal communications skills, they first need to be visualized. Only then is it possible to map, measure and manage this crucial leadership function. In other words, we’re applying the hard rigour of MBA thinking to the “soft stuff” of communication.

The reason is very simple. We believe the only way to optimize this crucial leadership function – and at the same time significantly reduce the very real risk of dull leadership – is to follow in the commonsense footsteps of the great-grandfather of business thinking, Peter Drucker:

Peter Drukcer: guru of strengths and weaknesses.

“Effective executives build on strengths – their own strengths, the strengths of their superiors, colleagues, and subordinates; and on the strengths in the situation, that on what they can do. They do not build on weaknesses. They do not start out with the things they cannot do.”

So when it comes to communication, how exactly does the “effective executive” find out what his strengths and his weaknesses are? He – or she – can map and measure these skills using the online self-assessment methodology pioneered by Communicate Charisma.

Equipped with a confidential map and its detailed guidance about the executive’s communicate persona, he or she can embark on a journey of self-development toward greater strength and authenticity, supported by the interactive training workshops we provide.

We’re not saying every leader has a big battle to fight in the open: rapport, not rallying the troops, could be your forte. Often, your most important conquests will be made in the intimacy of a boardroom, or aboard a private jet. We don’t work with any kings, or even generals. But if you do need to mobilize and inspire a corporate-sized army, Communicate Charisma can show where your strongest suit lies.

It’s no coincidence, perhaps, that the graphic representation for Communicate Charisma recalls an era when powerful leadership symbols were used by leaders in real harm’s way, to guide and protect their forces. Our own graphic language and logo is inspired by the Oriflamme, the banner carried by Charlemagne and French kings. Hence the history lesson.

Oriflamme:  symbol of kingly power

Yet Communicate Charisma is a very modern tool bringing empirical rigour and sound business sense to the science of leadership communications. Our mission is to help influential communicators avoid the dangerous pitfalls of dull leadership.

At Communicate Charisma we teach people how to become more engaging and effective communicators. In our Charisma Dimensions workshops, we use practical exercises coupled with our bespoke self-awareness tools to allow participants to understand and experience the impact of individual personality traits on how we are perceived by others. Together, we use these insights to develop a more effective and authentic personal style, and so raise our power of influence and communications mastery.

Find out more about our workshops.

The Steak, the Sizzle – and the “Ooh-La-La.”


What is it that confers on some people the capacity to influence others, ensuring that their willpower or idea will prevail – often in the unlikeliest circumstances?

Ali Baba’s Jack Ma was rejected by schools, by local universities, by the Chinese police, even by Kentucky Fried Chicken, and later by Harvard University, before his well-deserved moment of fame and fortune arrived.

Such people aren’t always the best at framing or winning arguments; they may not be the best trained at business schools; might not be the most original, or even the most charming or sympathetic. Yet they end up transforming the way other people think and influencing outcomes in their favour. This is how some people “make the weather,” in the process manufacturing their own luck. It’s also called success.

There is a feedback mechanism at work here, for it is only when we, the listeners, confer certain favours upon such lucky people, that they gain power over us. The attribute these people have is called charisma. It is visible both among individuals and among institutions and companies – where it is defined as ‘Brand Strength.’

There is nothing in the technical specifications of the iPhone smartphone that a Samsung handset cannot do equally well – yet the Apple product has iconic status. In the world of off-road travel, the same still holds true with Land Rover vehicles of British origin, as compared to their Japanese counterparts.

It has brand oomph, but can a Range Rover do anything a Toyata jeep can't?

It has brand oomph, but can a Range Rover do anything a Toyota jeep can’t?

In the world of finance, it’s a commonplace that investors don’t just want ‘Steak’ – the empirical proof of economic outperformance. They want ‘Sizzle’ too, in the shape of a narrative with exciting prospects of future growth. For a tiny handful of companies, there’s something that goes way beyond Steak or Sizzle – let’s call it the “Ooh-La-La” of investing.

Amazon's Bezos: the  allure of a trillion dollar startup

Amazon’s Bezos: the allure of a trillion dollar startup

Amazon acquired it when Jeff Bezos labelled his company a “permanent start-up,” advising widows and orphans not to buy stock because the investment ride would be too exciting for them. Ali-Baba acquired it with Jack Ma began explaining his vision of a global marketplace based on public trust, and demonstrating his extraordinary resilience, which included surviving 10 rejections by Harvard.

Ali Baba's Jack Ma: "you trusted me with US$27 billion."

Ali Baba’s Jack Ma: “you trusted me with US$27 billion.”

These “top of pyramid” examples of “Corporate Charisma” in action, show how both individuals and their companies exert an extraordinary effect over customers, markets and investors. The principle that underlies such successes might seem wholly unattainable for the rest of us. Yet the truth is that the founders of Amazon, Ali Baba and others simply applied their “Ooh-La-La” over a 20-year period to transform the prospects for their businesses. The result is history.

New examples keep popping up all the time. The latest figure to demonstrate t.he disruptive power of charisma in communication is the new Greek Finance Minister Yanis Varoufakis.

Greece's Varoufakis: New financial David confronts EU's immobile  Goliath.

Greece’s New David confronts EU’s financial Goliath.

Greek premier Alexis Tsipras and his newly-victorious Syriza party may set the broad tone for the emerging ‘David and Goliath’ narrative of tiny, indebted and undisciplined Greece standing up to the grim-faced money men of the European Commission. But the real negotiation and the opinion formation rest entirely upon the shoulders of Yanis Varoufakis – the new Bruce Willis on the international news circuit.

With an astonishingly assured performance for a man in office less than a week, Varoufakis used a live TV broadcast on the BBC to set out in layman’s terms his country’s plight, to show his mastery of the situation, and to expose the BBC anchor’s arrogance and incompetence – all with charm and consideration. His stunning media performances leverage Greece’s nimble strength against the ungainly might of the financial system’s Troika. If Malcolm Gladwell is right with  his “large vs. small” theories, then tiny, undisciplined Greece could soon deliver a shock to Goliath-like and  seemingly immobile Angela Merkel of Germany.

These are just a few examples of what we already know: the race is not always to the swiftest with an Excel spreadsheet, the brightest with the Business Model Canvas, or the most adept in delivering PowerPoint presentations. Something else defines success.

The truth is that management – and indeed the social progress from infancy to retirement we call life – is mostly about effective communication and influencing others. Above all, it is about the ability to tell “The History of the Future” – to envision a desired set of over-the-horizon outcomes, and then to explain how these will be achieved, step-by-step. And then get other people to deliver these outcomes.

Those who can tell “The History of the Future” in chunks that are sufficiently engaging and achievable, will persuade those around them to go out and build the future outlined by a person they will start calling their leader.

“Future Guidance” isn’t just a technical term used by CFOs to give brokers’ analysts an alluring peek of the next quarter’s numbers in language that’s permitted by stock market regulators. Future Guidance is what the leadership storytelling of Jack Ma and Jeff Bezos and Tim Cook is all about. Future Guidance is charisma-in-action.

Apple's Tim Cook: not Steve Jobs but his Forward Guidance is  quite good enough

Apple’s Tim Cook: not Steve Jobs but his Forward Guidance is quite good enough

But, to deliver Future Guidance, you need “Ooh-La-La.” It’s tempting to think that these skills are reserved for a few superstars like Bezos and there is nothing we can do about it.

But we can do quite a lot, actually. Just as star athletes are really individuals like us who have developed and trained their physique and coordination to an extraordinary degree, so “charismatic” leaders are simply people who have developed this special kind of musculature. Some are lucky. Most have worked hard.

Usain Bolt: Just like us, but  with bigger muscles and more charisma.

Usain Bolt: Just like us, but with bigger muscles and more charisma.

In the same way that most of us go to the fitness academy to retain a basic level of health yet are unlikely to train to a level much higher than that which stops us having heart attacks or getting diabetes, so our communication skills can get stuck at a level of proficiency that allows us to “muddle through” despite an accumulation of bad habits in daily interactions.

Yet we can choose to change all this. Mapping, measuring and managing those communication attributes we possess is the way to reveal the hidden “Ooh-La-La” factor that each person possesses.

Communicate Charisma has developed a methodology to democratize access to charisma and to allow individuals to embark on a personal journey of development. Each individual’s charisma assets are shown in intuitive, easy-to-grasp visual formats.

Engaging leader profile

Engaging leader profile

If you’ve read this far, we hope you’ll be curious enough to explore our site and find out how we do it – and how you can express interest in joining a Communicate Charisma One Day Workshop.

At Communicate Charisma we teach people how to become more engaging and effective communicators. In our Charisma Dimensions workshops, we use practical exercises coupled with our bespoke self-awareness tools to allow participants to understand and experience the impact of individual personality traits on how we are perceived by others. Together, we use these insights to develop a more effective and authentic personal style, and so raise our power of influence and communications mastery.

Find out more about our workshops.

 

 

“I’ll See You Next Year in Yaak, Montana.”


This isn’t a blog. It’s really an extended memoir of a 2014 fly fishing trip to Montana, USA. It contains six longish parts, so read it in pieces as you’ll surely find it’s too long for a single session. It’s not about communication – or maybe it is, really – if words about fishing can sucessfully capture what’s important in life, as Norman Maclean’s “A River Runs Through It” was able to do so triumphantly.

DSC01158From the windy shoulder of the Triple Divide Pass in Glacier National Park, melt water from the lingering snows trickles westward to the Pacific; northward to the Hudson’s Bay; and southward to the Gulf of Mexico. This is the anvil of the American continent, and it’s one of the few places on earth where the same waters can feed into three oceans, or rather, two oceans and a sea.

Triple Divide Peak is 8,020 feet (2,440 m) and the hydrological apex of North America. At 7,400 feet, the pass is still high enough to make you pause to catch your breath. You’ll see mountain goats and young Bighorn sheep fooling about in the snow even in late July. There are views north into Canada, and the other way a hundred miles across the prairies of the Blackfeet Indian reservation.

Below Triple Divide Pass in Glacier National Park

Below Triple Divide Pass in Glacier National Park

Those dirty midsummer clumps of snowpack clinging to the scree, mark the spot where the very first molecules of water begin their great journey toward the ocean. On the southeast slope, water flowing into Atlantic Creek forms the true source of America’s greatest fishing odyssey. And just like Huckleberry Finn’s adventure, this one also ends in New Orleans.

First stop is Medicine Grizzly Lake right below, the aquamarine jewel beneath Razoredge Mountain that marks the source of Cut Bank Creek. The brawling little stream we’d crossed down in the valley a few hours earlier, will in turn make its way across the plains of the Blackfeet to join the Two Medicine River. Then it becomes the Marias River, named by Lewis and Clark in 1805 and itself a tributary of the mighty Missouri River. For as long as it flows through Montana, I’d argue the Missouri is the finest river in America. Later, it joins the Mississippi and ends its great journey toward the ocean.

Here on top of Continental Divide in the Lewis Range is where you just might, as I did, meet some tough-looking, clear-eyed Montanan natives. On the shoulder, a trio of them had just set down heavy backpacks with metal fly rod tubes strapped to the outsides. As well as big cans of bear-spray, these men could have been carrying concealed weapons.

One of them had hiked up the rocky trail shod only in battered docksiders. Their destination was way off the grid; an unauthorised camp down at Medicine Grizzly where a landslide had closed the trail and hikers are banned by the National Forest Service. Not least because the lake has lived up to its name as a prime grizzly bear haunt.

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They traded fishing tips, telling me how I could trail a Woolly Bugger fly through the tumbling outlets of the blue glacial lakes we would meet on the way down the other side of the pass. But, said the mellowest of the three: “If you really want to fish the true wilderness, then go to Yaak, Montana and head for the Dirty Shame Saloon Bar. They’ll tell you where in the Purcell Mountains the fishing is real good.” But, he added, this saloon was not the kind of place to order a Manhattan, talk politics, comment on any man’s truck, or much less look at his girlfriend.

It was a woodsy tale with allure from the back-of-the-back of beyond that hooked me as surely as a hungry trout rocketing up through the park’s clear glacial waters for the fly. In this fishing story, the trout are as long as your leg and the Yaak River really does exist.

So does the Dirty Shame Bar. So does the fishing on the Kootenay River, location for a 1994 Meryl Streep movie The River Wild about violent killers loose on a whitewater rafting trip. And they still have mountain men living in the remote folds of the Purcell and Cabinet hills on the Canadian border.

Of course, you’ll need to join me in imagining a few things, like the taste of that first beer at the Dirty Shame. What the Yaak will look like when we finally get there.

Or just why fly-fishing for trout might play a pivotal role of God’s scheme of creation.

But in every other respect, I’m a stickler for the facts. Except … when people say fishermen are economical with the truth, they tell an unexpected verity. A proficient fly fisherman will tell you less, not more than what’s really going on. If a secret spot was so great, would you run the risk of strangers trashing the place and killing your fish?

So, in convoluted fishing logic, that’s why I want to check out the Yaak recommendation in 2015. I like the name, too. It would be my fifth trip to my favourite state in the world.

Not that the latest trip was anything to complain about. My wife Lucia and I enjoyed three weeks of fishing, riding, hiking and great hospitality across Montana. That must qualify as the most potent antidote you’ll find anywhere for the ills of modern life. If you believe that outdoors should trump the asphalt, and that hay-bales beat high-rises, then Montana is heaven – but with handguns. It’s just like being in a Hemingway story, with the pompous and brutal parts edited out.

After leaving the Montanans on the ridge, we dropped down over the Continental Divide into the more arid landscape of the northeastern-facing Rockies. And in a foaming aquamarine plunge pool where the river flowed out of a Christmas-card lake hedged by mountains as it hurried its way toward the Arctic, I caught a fine fat bull trout with orange flesh, exactly where the Montanans said I would.

Montana is, of course, a state of mind. One different to all the other United States. It’s a place of huge distances punctuated by provisional-looking human settlements, ringed by battered horse-trailers and broken-down farm machinery. A place with as many Harley-Davidsons as quarter horses, and where the wholesale price of beef is on the tip of everyone’s tongue.

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How much does an acre of range sell for? How many cow-and-calf units could your land hope to run in this bumper year of spring runoff? Precious water that has plumped the hay-meadows and over-filled the Beartooth mountain streams, to send it cascading right over the top of the big dam up at Mystic Lake.

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This is a land of biblical proportions, whose horizons stretch with the imagination across the Judith Basin. Here, farmers from the Hutterite sect with frumpish pioneer wives and belt-and-braces John Steinbeck looks, are contained by the same vast perspectives as affluent incomer ranchers from ‘back East’ sipping choice Californian wines on their Big Sky terraces at sunset.

DSC01327Biblical says it all. Landscapes reminiscent of Victorian genre paintings or the Hudson River school of artists. It’s exactly as though, resting after His six days of labour during the Creation, God had just rinsed his paintbrush in one of the glacial lakes to wash it out after completing His divine watercolour. That is what originally turned the lake teal blue against the tops of the Beartooth Mountains, still etched with snow.

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERATo the south in Yellowstone Park, just as in a children’s bible illustration, slow, dense herds of buffalo roam down the extent of the Lamar valley as though this was still the fifth day of Creation, before mankind arrived. These huge beasts are indifferent to the fly-fishers dotting the wide stream, or the necklace of cars crawling along the park roads, binoculars glinting through open windows.

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERAVisualize the Almighty leaning back on his ample buttocks to muse upon the penultimate moment of Creation on the easel before Him. Then, with a tiny flourish of the smallest, finest squirrel-hair brush, He paints a handful of spreading rings upon the surface waters of the landscape, showing where a trout just rose. For when God made the earth and saw it was good, He then created Montana trout to make it even better.

Already, upon this landscape of mountains and prairies, He had set great beasts to walk. Elk and moose and bear and deer and marmot and coyote. Above them flew bald eagles and ospreys and golden eagles and skeins of Canada geese. And finally in those tumbling rivers and lakes, He then planted brown trout and rainbow trout and brook trout and golden trout and bull trout and lake trout and even cutthroat trout.

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERAAnd after an age had passed, He sent Lewis and Clark to discover this land for the benefit of European settlers. And Izaak Walton was His prophet, teaching man to fish fine and far off to harvest the bounty of those legendary parts of Montana about which Norman Maclean would later write his novella A River Runs Through It – and where Hollywood would cast Brad Pitt in the role of that same story’s bad-boy hero.

And after another short age had passed, He caused dams and impoundments and reservoirs to be built, holding back the freestone streams on their journey from the mountains to the plains. All so their waters would help float barges on the muddy Mississippi, or fill canals and ditches to fatten the Idaho potatoes and help load the barns with hay.

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERAAnd below those dams and impoundments, God ordained that for the recreation and delight of mankind there should be tail-waters of cold, transparent water, each mile of which would teem with 6,000 large and vigorous trout. And He made the water flows from those dam gates wholly dependable and measurable in cubic feet per second. And He created fly-shops, and high-modulus carbon fibre rods and precision engineered fly-reels. And upon the surface of the waters He set floating the Mackenzie drift boat, each one commanded by a guide who would honour and obey His Holy Law of catch-and-release.

DSC00483And, as though they had heard but imperfectly the divine command to “cast your bread upon the waters,” these khaki-clad men (and some women) chose instead to cast their flies upon the waters. Yet God saw that fly-fishing was meet and good for His creation. And He ordained that mankind, wearied and ground down his labours in the field as though yoked to the plough, could over time redeem and cleanse himself from the Original Sins of salary-earning, and profit-seeking, and career advancement and wearing out the golden hours of life in conference calls and corner offices perched high above the humming rivers of inner city traffic, where no fish can ever swim.

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERAAnd God saw it was very good. And so He sent forth fishermen – not fishers of men, but fishers of trout. And they came, drifting slowly down the Missouri and the Big Horn and the Yellowstone and the Flathead and the Smith and the Madison and the Snake and Green and the Gallatin, the Rosebud, the Musselshell, and the Stillwater. He set countless more to wade waist-deep in the Henry’s Fork, or other smaller streams.

And to each of these streams He bequeathed an allotment of strong and vigorous fish. Fish that would never render themselves willingly unto the hand of man. Fish that to this day obey His command to flee the net, bend the rod and throw the hook. Fish that plunge, leap and bore into the heaviest currents, defying the muscle and the skills of men bred to the monitor screen and the keyboard and flipchart and spreadsheet. Fish born to outsmart men with MBAs and consultancy skills and doctorates and coaching qualifications.

For God knew that in much the same way as they show such fierce animal lust to set themselves free, these fish would in turn teach men to set themselves free of oppression wrought by money or its lack, and the entanglements of middle age or thwarted ambition. So the thrumming, tugging ferocity transmitted upward through line and rod and thence into the aching arms of men, would affect their souls.

DSC00478And that is how this corner of Creation, which has just 900,000 residents and makes negligible contribution to the GDP of the United States, was ordained to become the Valhalla of piscatorial sport. And the very, very last river the Lord made in the wildest, most backward corner of Montana, was named the Yaak.

So you see, God made Montana as a place for man to go fly-fishing in and feel freer. And that’s exactly why I keep on going back.

II

But if this is really to be an even partly true fishing story, that’s enough divine intervention. There won’t be any The Old Man and the Sea, or the nauseous mix of marine diesel and warm beer in a Gulfstream swell. But still, there will be freshwater triumph and disaster, victory and defeat, the satisfactions bestowed by releasing a few tricky Montana trout.

I said a few, but even for those who stubbornly refuse to keep score, fishing is a strongly statistical sport that’s every bit as results-driven as little league baseball. Don’t be fooled by any deceptive speeches that “Catching isn’t important to me: what matters is relaxing with nature beside the stream.” Fishermen are there to catch fish and, dammit, we’ll mortify the flesh until we catch more. Beside a trout stream, all modesty is false modesty.

Yet much like a ship captain’s log, personal fishing diaries created during (but mostly after) these trips tend to be punctuated not with bragging but terse references to wind direction, weather, fly patterns, hook size and even personal injuries. There’ll be a smattering of Latin entomology. Wildlife, companions, dogs and children may earn sparse mentions, but the real business is RBI or headcount – numbers, species, weight, length. These statistics may be logged in minimalist form – but they’re always there. After all, those releasing their catch will have little more to show in years to come than a faded photo or a pencilled-in score.

So how did Montana 2014 stack up for me in the results section? What does my fishing diary say?

– One $650 Loomis GLX rod snapped off at the tip section after clashing with my buddy’s fly rod on a Missouri drift-boat.

– One pair of prescription eyeglasses lost after an involuntary “hat-floater” swim while wading a deep side-channel of the Missouri at dawn. Miraculously, the expensive, 2 day-old new digital camera in my fishing vest dried out and survived the dunking.

– One fishless day after a thunderstorm on Holter Lake at the Gates of the Mountains. (Not fishless if you count couple of perch; but no sign of the big rainbows said to inhabit the upper waters of this Land of Giants).

– A truly fishless day on the Rock Creek (thanks to an unseasonable foaming torrent of melt-water).

– Torn shoulder muscle from a long day casting heavy flies into near-hurricane winds over the Missouri that drove every other drift boat off the river.

I said all modesty in fishing was false and yes, I also caught plenty of brown trout and rainbows, including some that ran to 22 inches and would have weighed in about 3 and a half to four pounds. Of course, there are still much, much bigger ones in there. That’s what people go to fish Montana for.

I could certainly have caught more. But although fishing certainly involves statistics, it’s scarcely a matter of simple addition. That means a small handful of fish that are really hard to catch, clearly outscores a larger haul of much easier fish. So there’s plenty more to fly-fishing than round numbers. But double figures seems like a goal for your first day fishing in Montana.

This goal doesn’t come cheap. Fishing the big tailwaters is done from a special drift-boat of the kind used almost only in the Rockies, and using one means hiring a licensed guide. While two fishermen cast from either end of the 15 ft. boat, the guide seated amidships rows to and fro to get clients over his favoured fishy spots, changes their flies, disentangles their line, nets and releases their fish. He has an anchor to pause on good spots, he takes celebratory photos of clients, he provides their lunch, hauls the boat onto his trailer, and ensures somebody’s left his truck at some remote bankside take-out to get everyone home at the end of the float. Then he pockets a tip.

DSC00470It’s a whole economy. There are at least six drift boat manufacturers in the Rockies, and some fishing towns seem to have more boats than pickups cluttering the yards of the timber houses. Until fishing gives way to hunting in the fall, it’s what provides the work.

DSC00481Which is why my friend Byron and I are up at dawn to drive 150 miles across the gravel roads of the Crow Indian Reservation to reach Fort Smith on the Big Horn River, just below the Yellowtail Dam. The ‘rez’ is a huge empty space in an already empty state. Almost nothing living is visible on the ranges that circle the horizon, where any visible habitation is more likely to be that of a white farmer leasing land from the Indians.

Fort Smith is a town with an over-wintering population of 50 souls, as icy and unforgiving in winter as it is scalding on the day we fish. The fishing guides either spend their winters in Florida, or take their clients bow-hunting for deer and – as we hear later on, even for mountain lion.

The Big Horn is a tributary of the Yellowstone River, which in turn flows into the Missouri. Below the Big Horn canyon at Fort Smith it becomes a tame tail-water, drawing cool water from the Yellowtail Dam to create a gargantuan chalk-stream with a mossy stream-bed and reliable flows. Today there are near as many drift-boats as vehicles at the dam, so we allow a whole regatta of boats to set off before us.

Fishing style: our guide is in the numbers business – or at least he thinks we are. With one steely glance Jim, good old Montana boy with a limp and a belly, has assessed us and decided we’re still at that entry-level stage of evolution. Which means he rigs our rods with heavy polymer leaders, a pair of sunken nymphs, split shot and something like a fluorescent orange golf-ball than any child would recognize as a bobber (though fly fishermen doggedly refer to as a ‘strike indicator.’)

The reason we’re fishing the Big Horn this way from a drift boat is that mid July is still too early in the season for sufficient hatches of airborne insects to tempt the fish up to the surface to gulp flies. No dry fly fishing today. And statistics show that even indifferent fishermen will catch more using sub-surface tactics.

The weight and ungainliness of this huge weighted rig means you’re unable to cast a line properly even if you’re skilled enough to do so. So you just flip the line out far enough from the boat where the fish won’t be spooked, and then twitch the floating fly-line on the water so the two flies under water achieve a “dead-drift.” This is called “mending.” Ideally boat, river current and flies are all travelling at the same speed, allowing long steady drifts of up to 100 yards between casts.

But mostly, you’re busy flipping, mending, pulling in, checking no weed has attached to the hook, flipping, mending, pulling in – and forever watching that goddam bobber (sorry, strike indicator). Should your concentration waver for a micro-second and the orange ball dip in the water, Jim will yell out “set, set, set.” Just lift the road-tip to set the hook and there’s heft, angry life and energy in the shape of a Big Horn brown trout or rainbow.

 This kind of fishing might sound a mechanical, cognitive labour devoid of poetry. But it’s not at all: Intuition plays a large part. You don’t see anything going on. You feel it. You can’t say why but you lift the rod-tip to set the hook when you just know a fish is there, not when you see the bobber sink. In fact if you wait for that to happen, you’ll certainly miss your fish. Because your line must reach across the border that divides one medium (air) from another (water) in just the same way that your waking self can rescue fragments of dreams, this kind of fly-fishing nurtures your intuition. Deepwater nymphing will put you in touch with your unconscious. It’s a valid form of pisco-therapy.

DSC00601Fish start to come in at both ends of the boat, netted and released by Jim. Not a massive stream, but a few every hour. It’s getting hotter and hotter. We start to relax, drink water, light cigars, trade stories. It would be quite wrong to say sunken nymph fishing from a boat is easy. It requires concentration, intuition, and above all discipline. Allow the line to drag and you’ll spook the fish, ensuring you catch nothing. Try to false cast more than once and you’ll create a horrendous nylon tangle. Lose awareness of your fishing partner’s timing and your rods will clash, perhaps fatally (That’s how I snapped the Loomis rod). Allow your fly to cross his line or simply invade his fast-moving quarter of river and you’ll get a cuss.

It has its quiet moments, but when things are hot this kind of nymph fishing resembles nothing so much as a Call of Duty style ‘splat the bad guys’ Nintendo quest game. Just like a video monitor, you’re focused exclusively on a square of water in front of you, oblivious to some of the world’s most beautiful landscapes unrolling like a movie poster. Golden eagles, otters, ospreys, and bankside animals all spin by unseen. You barely notice your partner landing fish after fish. You pause to rest your aching shoulder, and notice an hour or several miles have passed. Mountains that were there before have disappeared. It’s not unlike riding a racing bike through countryside you never see because you’re so focused on that square of tarmac in front of your wheel.

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The Big Horn was good, although not quite as good as other rivers I’d floated before. The Box Canyon on the Henry’s Fork of the Snake, or the Madison and especially the Missouri. And the fish seem a little smaller too. Yet they’re healthy, feisty, as like as peas in a pod – and around seventeen or eighteen inches, meaning they run around two pounds. My partner Byron is catching more than I am.

During quieter spells on the water or over lunch, it’s customary for a guide to regale his clients with uplifting tales of the local environment and wildlife, or fishing culture. Usually involving some levels of discomfort or danger, stoically endured. Delivery style is usually laconic, like early Clint Eastwood. Firearms feature prominently. Jim’s first anecdote set the tone. I’d noticed he struggled a little to get his hip over the boat’s gunwhale. That, he said, was the result of an injury got while pursuing a fully-grown mountain lion into his cave during a bowhunt. Jim had fired his arrow into the darkness at short range and the lion leapt out, knocking him over a cliff-edge.

As I noted, some fish rank higher than others. And in my book, those caught with a dry fly are more rewarding. So by the middle of the afternoon and still a couple of miles short of the take-out, the bobber and the marine strength polymer leader and the BB lead shot and the pair of tangle-prone wet flies are all driving me insane. Call me vain, but what I came to Montana for was not to chuck metal but to paste out elegant long casts with a delicate floating fly, just like they do in the glossy outfitter videos.

But Jim isn’t having any of this. There are no insects visible on the surface and by God, we’re under orders to continue dredging deep while he proffers up the next anecdote. Jim is no exception to the rule that everyone in Montana has a story involving a Grizzly bear. His involved Alaska, a big male Kodiak charging down the foreshore to defend his salmon-fishing privileges, a heavy-calibre sidearm, and a damn narrow escape by boat. Now, with hindsight I can be charitable, because by the end of this trip I too would have picked up a personal Grizzly bear story.

But this was still Day One and in fly-fishing’s bizarre arithmetic (or mine at least), a dozen nymph-caught Big Horn fish don’t add up to one taken on the dry fly. So I tell Jim to string up my other rod and put on a dry fly so I can wade a small back channel. Good Ole Boys from Montana never do anything as stagey as roll their eyes or sigh, but the bulky set of his shoulders makes clear he views this as wholly wasted effort and unwelcome client initiative. Until some dorsal fins start peeping and I triumphantly locate a pod of fish on the rise. True, I don’t catch any, but before Jim warns we must go as a storm is sweeping in across the mountains, he has grudgingly owned that I “throw a mighty pretty cast.”

SAMSUNG DIGITAL CAMERAThe benefit of starting a trip by catching plenty of Big Horn trout in the nymph is that it sets you free to hit the big Missouri the way it should be fished: 100% dry fly.

It’s a long journey from the Big Horn northward across the hot dry prairies of Montana to Great Falls and the Canyon section of the Missouri downstream of Craig. On the way north is The Fort truck-stop at Big Timber, where you can buy automatic weapons while you tank up. The snowy-topped Beartooth Mountains give way to the Big Belt and Little Belt ranges, the country flattens out and you sense Canada must be closer by almost 400 miles.

III

Some days after the Big Horn, and my buddy David and I are loitering beside the canyon section of the Missouri Rover at the paved boat put-in at Prewett Creek campsite around 7.30 am after a hasty breakfast. Up drives our guide Lindsay, scooping two new clients expertly into his long-handled net before we even get into the drift boat.

What does the trick is his mix of flattery, cajolery and the promise of some big, big fish. Like the trout-spotted basking shark he’s pictured holding on the back of his visiting card. There’s even a high-resolution gob of trout slobber hanging from the pictured beast’s kype or protruding lower jaw.

DSC00495This guide knows how to play his clients — and the proof is ‘Bobber Liberation.’ We don’t need to fish any more sunken nymphs with strike indicators, he says. We’ll fish with dry flies.

That said, the dry flies we’re using bear about as much resemblance to the smudge-coloured British chalk stream flies I’m used to, as Carmen Miranda’s fruit-bowl hat. Think radioactive-iridescent plastic foam monsters with flapping rubber legs and eyes like basilisks. They look as though Divine has been let loose on the guide’s fly-tying vice, to come up with the purple and Pink Flamingo teenage mutant grasshopper patterns the size of a pan-scourer that we’re fishing with.

The proof we deserve this graduation is we’re not into numbers. We don’t need another double-figure score of those eighteen inchers. Instead, our day will be just like the parable of Jesus multiplying five loaves and fishes to feed the multitude – but in reverse. He knows we don’t want to hook enough trout to feed a multitude – we just need to catch and release five fishes. Real big ones. And forget the loaves, unless you count the excellent sandwiches stashed in Lindsay’s cooler.

Egos swell, as do expectations that Lindsay can put us over some real monsters. But, just as with stock market investment promises, there’s that nagging paragraph of small print about risk and returns. That bit about you perhaps getting back rather less than you put in. Lindsay doesn’t say we can actually catch these fish, like he and his wife do for their commercial website shots. And we’re advised that a day not catching any large trout on hoppers is way more frustrating than a day catching too many trout on the sunken nymph.

But like bold hedge fund heroes, we set our risk profile to ‘aggressive’ and cast off. Here’s the game-plan: we’ll drift the whole lower length of the blue-ribbon section of the Missouri, casting those big foam hoppers right under the bank. Maybe 10 miles. The objective is to get long drag-free drifts – up to 100 yards – running just inches from the bank where the big browns lie waiting for insects to be swept off the hayfields by sudden gusts of hot prairie wind. Then they strike aggressively.

Now I’ve described how you get a drag-free drift with a sunken nymph by constantly adjusting the length of visible fly-line upstream of the lure. Ideally, the lure floats at the same speed as the current, although that’s unlikely to be the same speed as the boat. So you’re constantly twitching and flipping and pulling in to cast again. And every second cast or so, you must remove any green weed that has snagged around the fly. If fishing the sunken nymph is like balancing on a floating log, then fishing dry fly from a drift-boat is like steering a Stand-up paddleboard with a wooden spoon.

Imagine doing all the twitching and flipping and pulling but with the additional challenge of maintaining a floating fly at a distance of no more than 18 inches from the bankside, while your boat is drifting downstream at a brisk walking pace. That’s where the big ones lie in wait, protected by stony outcrops or fallen logs. But to reach them you need to be able to cast 75 feet or so every time.

Too far though, and you’ll entangle with vegetation, or get stuck in the complicated currents right on the edge. Too short and you’ll just be covering empty water shunned by fish who can see your boat. But try too hard to make a really long cast, and chances are a big downstream-facing loop of line will soon develop, dragging the fly. There’s a multiplicity of other things that can – and will – go wrong. The loops of fly-line at your feet get snagged around something, meaning that if you do hook a fish the line will not flow smoothly out from the reel and it will break off.

And there’s wind. Gusting from every point of the compass, causing your forward cast to collapse in a heap, or your back-cast to sag and the fly become attached to your hat or backside. Of course, wind puts a chop on the water that makes the trout less wary and the fishing better – but it’s doubtful you can get your line out anyway.

And even if you’re doing everything right, the hook-up can still go wrong. I yank the fly from the open jaws of several astonished fish. Still too hasty. If sunken nymph fishing is intuitive, largely unconscious, this kind is all-too deliberate, calling for cool temperament and reflex control. Lindsay’s telling us a good day’s hopper fishing might run to a dozen bites and just four fish in the boat.

If fishing the sunken nymph requires Call of Duty style concentration, this is more like cracking Fermat’s Last Theorem while enduring a migraine headache. There’s no reason at all why a two-foot long trout would possibly be fooled by a pink-and-purple pan-scourer that looks nothing like the camouflage-green grasshoppers we find hiding on the bank. But a pink-and-purple pan-scourer that’s drifting perceptibly faster, or dragging slower than the current and leaving a tiny V-shaped wake behind: No way.

I catch a couple of nice rainbows and then so does David. His best must be 22 inches, easy. Then I get a nice brown unintentionally, while I was retrieving the fly. Then a long spell of nothing but heat and glare, punctuated by mooring up for lunch. Lindsay moves into “managing client expectation” mode. He flatters our casting. We’re doing everything right. Then he reminds us that, just like Trappist monks or Stoic philosophers, we’re indifferent to failure and steeled with patience. He blames the fish. I wonder fleetingly about The Bobber, then banish this impure thought.

I smoke a cigar to celebrate, but anyway David is clearly catching more fish than I am. I’ve had four really big difficult fish, yet crave more. But how long, O Lord, how long?

It’s so hot I want to take a snooze after all this flailing. Then, finally it all comes together just right. On the very last curve before the take-out, the fly that I’ve been watching for eight hours goes down definitively. The rod tip comes up with a hard, angry heft. I feel the line and its burden going down heavy like a sea-fish, circling the boat deep down, far underneath. When I horse it up to the surface it’s not quite the two-foot trout I’d hoped for, but close enough to make my day.

This makes up for the fact that I’d broken my fly rod earlier that day. Luckily I’d brought along a spare. I didn’t break the rod on a fish. It just snapped about an hour after there had been a sharp crack when I accidentally collided with Dave’s own rod on my back-cast.

The breakage doesn’t matter, and because the sensation is so good we decide to do it all over again two days later. Same guide, same river. Yet this time there’s a different David on board and the weather’s angrier too. In fact the wind is double the strength it was last time out. We don’t see any other drift boats on the water because all the other guides have cancelled. Even though it’s very hot and bright, it’s also blowing a hurricane.

I’m using the first David’s spare rod and once again, the fish are all hanging within a foot of the bank or lurking behind features. The wind makes it near-impossible to punch those big pink hoppers far enough. My shoulder muscle feels torn and trashed in the same way it was in Norway after fishing right through a midsummer night. The second David says it’s the most challenging day’s fishing he’s had – and he’s hugely experienced. True, the really big browns elude us, but we both have four or five up to 22 inches, browns and rainbows. Because we have taken fish on a day like this on dry fly, David and I share a quiet, understated satisfaction that makes us feel almost Montanan.

DSC00469Let’s not forsake modesty, though. There’s a simple reason fishing from a drift boat as you float down the river has its determined fan-club across the United States, but especially in the Rocky Mountains. You can’t deny it’s a reliable way of catching many, many more fish. For a simple reason that has everything to do with mathematical probability, not competence.

Fishing is mostly a business of first chances: trout look at what’s coming past them and if they like what they see, then they’ll eat it right away. These opportunists don’t need any second opportunity to “make up their minds.”

In a day’s float you might cover six or seven miles, making many hundreds of one-time only casts, over water holding tens of thousands of fish. In a fertile tailwater there might be 6,000 trout per mile living below the surface. So even though you can’t cover every fish, during a day’s fishing your flies will have gone right over a fair proportion of those 35,000-plus trout. So why wouldn’t you catch at least a dozen good fish?

Compare this very favourable math to the opposite situation: You’re standing on the bank, or have waded to a fixed point in the river where you’re able to reach feeding fish with a 90 foot fly-line (and remember few people ever cast more than half that distance). These might be solitary fish or a pod. So instead of one cast over many fish, you’ve got many, many casts over the few fish that you can reach. If you spook them, they will certainly stop feeding, although no others will take their place.

Compared to the numbers game of drift boat fishing – whether with a sunken nymph or dry fly – standing on your own feet calls for much greater guile. You can surely guess where I’m going with this – if fishing from the bank or wading in the stream is tougher than boat fishing, then it must be better. For a start, you’re standing in the same medium the fish inhabit. You feel the welcome coolness of the rushing water pressing against your body. And right close up, you have an authentic trout’s eye view of what insects are doing on the surface. Shadowy forms dart close past your feet. You’re no longer guessing what’s happening down at water-level, because you’re now a part of the ecosystem.

IV

There are many Western streams and big tailwaters you just can’t fish at all without a boat; they’re simply too powerful and dangerous to stand in, too wide and fast to cast across, or too remote to reach from the road. Their banks may be lined with vegetation, while in Montana there are plenty of landowners ready to shoot you for trespass if you step above the high-water mark without authorisation. For that reason fishing from the bank may limit you to official put-in ramps where the drift-boats enter and leave the water. But if you can float on it, then you can fish it.

DSC00433For is this not old England, with its arcane restrictions to protect sporting privileges and the resulting cancer of commercial exploitation. The 1776 Revolution was at least in part about affirming the American People’s right to hunt and fish by rejecting such restrictions. So yes, there are places you can fish even the big blue ribbon rivers without a guide, a boat or anything more expensive than a Montana State Fish and Game license. On the stretch of Montana’s Missouri river above Craig and below the Holter Dam there are numerous public access points where anyone can park a car, string up your rod, step into your waders, and cross the meadows to fish. Not just local good old boys, but students, visitors of every stripe who are fishing addicts.

At dawn on a cool July morning when the sun rose obscured by a high, thin cloud of smoke from forest fires over the Canada border, I too made may way down to the Missouri to fish. There were just one or two cars already parked at other gate entrances, but it was the right time. The July Tricho midge hatch on the Missouri is legendary and can look like a summer snowstorm. But to catch it, you need to be ready to start fishing at dawn. By six in the morning, the fish are breakfasting busily and every good hole has someone fishing it.

On this stretch there’s a chain of long, thin, brush-covered islands dividing the bigger stream. This creates a series of back-channels and cool eddies where the fish gather and where, for a magical hour or two, they sip the tiny Tricho flies off the surface. If you can find the right spot and stay quiet, this is where may catch as many fish as you would from a boat.

Yet for fish and fisherman alike, the Tricho is so small it’s barely visible. Rather than singles, the fish are going after fluffy floating balls composed of dozens or even hundreds of insects, that cover the water like grey goosedown. Shadowy dorsal fins break the surface as trout roll over in the flat water, after scooping mouthfuls of Trichos like salted peanuts at a drinks party. This feeding pattern is something you glimpse out of the corner of your eye, and that just stops if you look too hard. I don’t want to jinx it.

No wonder then, in the faint pearly light, it’s a challenge to thread the hook of my tiny fly. A challenge too, to see where my artificial fly has landed. The merest ball of pale grey fluff with its two long white tails, it jostles vainly for space on still patches of surface water alongside hundreds, thousands, tens of thousands of natural flies. There’s no reason why any trout should choose my artificial fly, when there’s so much honest protein on the water.

And they don’t. Not one. Fish are feeding everywhere, coming up inches from my fly. Having the discipline to leave the unwanted fly motionless on the water, rather than hauling it away with a fruitless strike at a fish eating the next-but-one Tricho on his dinner plate, feels like a hand-tremor test for aspiring neurosurgeons.

Moments such as these reinforce not only how irrational fly-fishing is, but also the inscrutable quality of a sport relying upon on close observation of cyclical patterns in nature, most anglers are capable of understanding but dimly. Insects hatch in gargantuan numbers, reproduce, and then are eaten or die. Fish follow this calendar of hatches, year after year. Thanks to seeing this repeated on well-known waters, a competent fisherman learns to anticipate, reproduce and exploit these natural events. The result is a piece of magic, connecting his own brain with the rudimentary limbic system a fish – all by means of a 33-yard fly line.

All the while, though, wider cyclical patterns may pass us by unseen. The mysteries of rainfall, evaporation, precipitation and ceaseless flow of water toward the ocean – all those things defining a “good” fishing season over a bad one, are pretty much beyond us. Like the erratic elliptical path of a comet around some distant center we cannot fathom, we remain ignorant of what really governs the trout’s world.

The Bible captures it best. Chapter One of Ecclesiastes reminds us that: All the rivers run into the sea; yet the sea is not full; unto the place from whence the rivers come, thither they return again. Fishing is the pursuit of circles, providing endless opportunity to repeat the same mistakes. And the biggest mistake would be to attribute too much meaning to this activity. The Bible extract is part of the same section from which Hemingway lifted the title of his best book, and which reminds us that sunrise and sunset regulate our fishing hours: “The sun also ariseth, and the sun goeth down, and hasteth to his place where he arose.”

Poetical this may be, time is passing on a July morning and these reflections are not helping me to catch any Missouri fish. So I shift my ground to find some faster water that has produced a back-eddy under the bank, where leaves and sticks rotate and the surface is mercifully free of Tricho clusters.

Here trout heads are coming up, feeding on single Trichos without any of that exasperating pickiness they show on the slower, flat water. To reach them without my line being dragged away in the faster current, it’s necessary to wade across a deeper part where the full force of the Missouri charges down toward the Gulf of Mexico.

Here the water is waist-deep and more, seeping into the lower pockets of my fly vest. It’s cold. But I have a wading stick; I’m confident, and already I’m catching fish in the eddy where several are lined up feeding. I take a fat brown trout, and then in pursuit of a larger one, I take an unconsidered step forward to make a longer cast.

And suddenly the river takes my legs from under me and I fall spluttering into the water, hat floating, chilly jets down my waders forcing gasps, as I flail and stumble for a foothold. Mustn’t drop the rod.

I quickly make it to the bank, retrieving the hat but finding my prescription glasses are gone. The biggest anxiety is the digital camera in the front chest pocket of my wader. It’s expensive and just two days old. Back at the car I strip off, wring out my clothes and remove the camera batteries (it later makes a miraculous recovery).

Falling into a big Western river at dawn isn’t just teeth-chatteringly cold; it strikes the vanity too. In the past I’ve felt sorry for those older men I’ve rescued in similar straits. Has my turn finally come? Just as there’s a younger trout ready to instantly take over the real estate of any older and larger fish accidentally killed or damaged, the same Darwinian rule applies to fly-fishermen. The younger and stronger will quickly colonize riskier wading habitats left vacant by older men.

Sure enough, at the car park another fisherman chats noncommittally while stringing up his rod, as watches me slowly drain my waders and strip off wet clothing. With barely concealed haste, he’s off to the river. And when the time comes for me to resume, he’s standing in my hole fishing that same back-eddy where I took the fish.

The circle of life. But anyway I’m too soaked and too cold to fish well, and so David and I head back home for breakfast. Later that the morning, and on other mornings too, we would wade fish for small, aggressive rainbows in the Dearborn, just above the point where it flows into the Missouri. Of course, a trip to Montana is comprised of many sessions beside many streams – but falling in the Missouri is a great reminder of our frail limitations, and a reminder just why so many fish it from a boat.

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After engaging in any sporting activity for a couple of decades, we inevitably develop preferences for places, for practices, and for people. These form the map or value system that informs what we do – not for the pursuit of fame and fortune – but for fulfilment of our natures and the ease of our spirit. Through such practices, we discover to which clan we truly belong.

So as a fisherman, I believe the strong wild trout of the great American rivers springing from the Rocky Mountains, trump their gentler cousins living in the softly meandering idleness of the southern chalk streams of my native Britain. They beat their cousins on the eastern seaboard too. And I believe that building up the skills need to catch these tough American fish, has conferred an evolutionary advantage upon American fly-fishermen, that has left my compatriots far behind. That’s why I cross the Atlantic to learn from men I’m happy to call my friends.

DSC00727In terms of practice, let’s say there’s not just a hierarchy of piscatorial merit, but also a personal ladder of values, visible in the eccentric scoring systems devised by some fishermen. I’ve explained that in mine, fishing dry-fly from a drift boat is more valued than using sunken nymphs with the help of a bobber. Fishing dry-fly from the shallows or even the middle of any large river is tougher than floating.

Yet the hardest of all, is to catch, kill and then satisfy real hunger by eating a wild trout taken in the pristine wilderness. Hardest not least because today we so seldom experience real, authentic hunger. And seldom put ourselves in the few surviving places that call for genuine self-reliance. And hardest of all because we must confront a very modern taboo against killing game fish that was unknown to earlier generations.

I was taught to fish by my father, who owned a heavy old Greenheart fly rod he’d inherited from his own father. He was old enough to have been in contact with an era in which Britain’s tweedier country landowners maintained there were only three true sports – everything else was a pastime.

Those sports where foxhunting, fishing, and shooting. Anything involving a ball, no matter what its size or shape, was just a pastime. He had also been taught that when you caught a fish, you killed it, and that the measure of a good day’s fishing was a “heavy basket” of fish to take home. He had a pocket-sized wooden cudgel with a weighted brass tip that was called “the priest,” for it delivered the last rites.

Actually, my father was a naturalist rather than the avid sportsman his own father would have wished him to be, and so his pleasure was in growing things, not catching or killing. Yet my father wanted to pass on to his son something from the vanished pre-war world of his own boyhood. And so he did. Stiff with age, the dirty canvas rod bag he gave me still sits behind the modern rod tubes in my office.

It contains a nine foot six, three piece rod, made by Enright & Sons, a firm now justly forgotten. A lot of discoloured brass and burgundy-coloured wrapping, with the varnish peeled away. Not really an antique, just a heavy piece of obsolete technology. Along with the rod, my father inherited a bag of country traditions, and likewise these mostly got broken when he tried to pass them on to me.

Before fibreglass or carbon fibre rods came along, you fished with a wooden rod. These were either made with costly split-cane – longitudinal bamboo sections bonded into a hexagram profile – or Greenheart, a whippy, mahogany-coloured hardwood from South America that was cheap and easy to turn into rods. Though there still are plenty of split-cane aficionados, no one uses Greenheart rods nowadays. So when I broke off the tip a bit over 40 years ago, that’s the way it stayed.

Over the decades, I’ve come to accept or at least partially understand more than a few of the lessons of history my father tried to pass down to a son who must have seemed to him blighted with resentment, reluctance, or downright refusal. We can’t discuss these things any more, but perhaps the conversation will continue with my own son.

It’s been a mixed bag in terms of country sports – fishing excepted. I tried, but was never a good shot. I sold his old Winchester .22 rifle and don’t even possess a shotgun any more. Riding far over the open range on a fast horse remains one of my deepest pleasures, but I’ve never once dressed up in a red jacket to chase the English fox.

And though I really bought into the fishing, I have held out staunchly against the parental view on killing fish. Well, mostly. I practice the doctrine of catch and release simply because that’s the only way it’s possible to catch a fish more than once. Each dead fish leaves behind an empty niche to be filled by natural reproduction or artificial substitutes from a hatchery. Either way takes years.

And in the United States, catch and release is followed much more rigidly than in Britain. That seems to me way of putting things to rights, because killing trout makes no more sense than killing the buffalo that once roamed the Montana range.

The wholesale slaughter by military scouts, trackers and pioneers in the 1860s was a deliberate stratagem to deprive the Indians of their livelihood and drive them into reservations. Buffalo Bill Cody, Bridger and the others who opened the Bozeman Trail, were the first generation possessing the technology of repeater firearms that made it possible to for one man to kill 30,000 buffalo in a lifetime. The Indians certainly had their own destructive technologies, being ready to send hundreds of stampeding beasts crashing over their buffalo jumps onto rocks below before picking a few choice parts from the mound of carcasses. But relative to the white man’s firepower and his numbers, the damage was modest. After all, there’s only so much carnage you can wreak with a muzzle-loading flintlock.

I think there’s a valid comparison to be made between effects the Indians and the white settlers had on buffalo populations back in the 1860s, and the environmental impact of fly-fishermen past and present. True, they killed fish back in my father’s day, but it didn’t make that much of a difference.

If you like, yesterday’s fly-fishermen – my father included – were not so dissimilar from what we know of the plains Indians. Their fishing technology was primitive enough to prevent them doing much damage. Heavy but underpowered wooden rods, leaky canvas waders, leaders made of animal gut. Their scientific knowledge was limited.

And, like the Indians, their behaviour was governed by chivalric codes of honour that now seem fatally naïve. While the Indians signed and mostly respected treaties with the Great Father in Washington, in the same way the fishermen of a former age followed a lengthy list of “though shalt nots” laid down by the fathers of fly fishing, F. M. Halford and G.E.M Skues. They made things far more difficult for those following them with rules about casting upstream only, or fishing only with surface flies while trout resolutely stayed below, or fishing only with single flies.

In contrast, the modern fly-fisherman is a formidable predator armed with the Winchester or Martini-Henry of piscatorial mass slaughter – and a century of accumulated knowledge in the fields of entomology and fish behaviour. His high modulus carbon-fibre fly rod might come from the same bar stock as the blades of Apache attack helicopters. His reel also benefits from military aviation’s expertise with precision aluminium milling. His knowledge fills libraries, spilling over into social media sites with a profusion of relevant scientific data and shared expertise.

You can say that if today’s dedicated fishermen didn’t exercise restraint, then trout would quickly be wiped off the face of the earth, just like the buffalo. It would be the proverbial shooting fish in a barrel. Which is why most fishermen let them all go: the more vociferous count themselves paid-up members of Trout Unlimited. The less so, general supporters of the conservation lobby. Yet there are occasions when you do need to kill a fish. For reasons of attitude, or simple hunger.

Attitude? Fly-fishing may have at least partially severed ties with the blood sport from which it originated. But it’s hardly zero impact, and nor can it be called truly sustainable. It’s still a form of hunting, and clearly causes pain and stress to fish. However responsible the angler may be in releasing them, fish do get hurt and sometimes involuntarily killed. And the presence of human predators negatively impacts pristine environments in so many ways.

So killing the very occasional fish (and here I mean a couple a year, unless they are hatchery fish) introduces a needed reality check if we’re to avoid adopting behaviour traits reminiscent of cruel cats persecuting mice. If we really think catch and release fishing has nothing to do with hunting, and that hunting has nothing to do with killing, then we probably shouldn’t be doing either. So, each year I do levy a tribute, but usually not on the fish of my home stretch of the river Avon in southern Britain.

And hunger? Could the few calories that a trout contains ever justify killing it – or satisfy the energy needs of the middle-aged, middle-weight, middle-class guys standing in the average stream? Not if they have a car parked nearby.

But yes, if you’ve been out hiking and camping in the Rockies for a week – only to discover you’ve miscalculated the number of dehydrated meals needed to complete the trip. Then catching, killing and cooking your trout in the woods isn’t some primal masculine rite. It’s the source, not so much of sober reflection about life’s verities, but simply of much-needed protein that will help anyone heft a full rucksack.

DSC01224Just getting to a place where you have a hunter’s need for that extra protein takes time and some effort. In the northern hemisphere, it’s really not easy to get far enough away from all retail activity, to reach the places where you pretty much drop off the grid. I’ve been lucky enough to find a few such places in the Highlands of Scotland, and also in the Brazilian Amazon.

At the beginning of our trip, Lucia and I left Montana to drive over the Beartooth mountains into Wyoming to visit Yellowstone National Park. We saw black bear, elk, buffalo, eagles and more. And we appreciated its magnificent landscapes from the customary roadside perspective, or through a car windscreen. I know you can get away from all this Yellowstone hoopla, for instance by riding a horse up to fish Slough Creek, as I did some years back. That time we fished also the Yellowstone River. But the smooth roads and the crowds make Yellowstone a spectacle you’re looking at, rather than a place to inhabit.

Glacier National Park is quite different. There’s only one road through it (Going-to-the-Sun Road) that was built by US Army engineers in the 1930s and runs over Logan Pass at 2,000 metres. And there really aren’t many visitors, because Glacier is on the way to nowhere, expect possibly Canada.DSC00709In the days before the automobile, the Pacific Railroad people tried to attract tourists by building grand old hotels in the Swiss style. We stayed at the Many Glacier Hotel, and the Belton Chalet. Very fine they were too. But in preparation for our longer hike up to the Triple Divide, we wanted an overnight camping trip. We wanted nature.

So we hiked up to Lincoln Lake, located at around 4,500 feet in the shadow of Gunsight Mountain. Yet it’s a dead-end. At the end of a seven-hour trail there’s no escape at the head of the Lincoln valley, which forms a sheer cliff just like a hydrodam, with Lake Ellen Wilson immediately above it. You admire the water cascading down the picturesque Beaver Chief Falls into Lincoln Lake, but you can’t get up to the other high-altitude trails frequented by many long-distance hikers. You have to go back down to Lake Macdonald.

DSC00879Which makes the spot we picked one of the remoter spots in Glacier National Park. We were alone in the Lincoln valley catchment, seeing no one all day. Except a big grizzly bear. As bear sightings go, it was almost perfect; short, sweet and not too close. He was on a rock or a bump right beside the overgrown trail, some 30 yards away. Big humped shoulder, dark brown against the green vegetation. A startled look on that huge face, rounded like a dinner plate. And within a few seconds he turned with a graceful agility that seemed impossible for his huge bulk, and with extraordinary speed was gone. We could almost have dreamt it up.

It was near nightfall. Too late to turn back; so we headed up the trail to the empty campsite, bear-spray in hand. Several times that day we’d seen piles of bear scat purple from the ripe huckleberries they’d been harvesting alongside the trail – just as we had been – yet we hadn’t expected to see such a creature, so wild and self-possessed. We lit a fire that night before crawling into our fragile little tent. Like any self-respecting Montanan, we now had our own bear story. And this sighting had no car windscreen to frame it, no easy exit.

Later on, we reported the bear sighting at the Ranger Office, because a US National Park is not entirely “off the grid.” The experience of nature is mitigated by federal regulations, backcountry permits, safety briefings, campsite rules, food storage discipline, inflexible itineraries, trail crews and patrolling Rangers. In truth, we are only there on sufferance – and so too are the bears.

Because “our” bear showed no interest in us or the food we carried, the Ranger told us he’d be classified as “well-behaved.” But on another hike, as we parked our vehicle at the trailhead to begin walking from the Cut Bank park entrance toward Morning Star Lake, we met a Ranger with rifle, shotgun and handgun. “Badly-behaved” bears had been haunting the campsite nearby, and wouldn’t survive for long.

I couldn’t kill a bear, but in the end I did kill a fish.

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Which brings us right back to where I started. The place in Glacier National Park where this whole Montana journey begins and ends, right up there on the top of the Rockies at the geological location where the Great Divide and the Laurentian Divide meet up. The source of the finest trout fishing in the world, and where I met the guys who inspired me to visit Yaak, Montana.

Of course, you can’t actually catch trout at this altitude here above the treeline, where the snow is still densely layered and releases only an icy trickle into the rocks. Only marmots and Bighorns live up here. But if you follow the water downhill, there’s a place not too far below where you can.

DSC01167The spot is Red Eagle Lake, which lies at 4,700 feet and is right beneath the Triple Divide Pass. Heading down, you’ll have to take your boots off and wade the icy Hudson’s Bay Creek a couple of times. Later on it gets too big to wade, but the US Forest Service puts up precarious-looking suspension bridges every summer to permit a crossing. A few miles further through an eerie dead forest that was burned in 2006, and you’ll find the fishing spot.

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Nearing the end of our hike, we wanted to camp two nights at the eastern end of Red Eagle. That’s where we celebrated my 60th birthday. There was a welcoming and convivial group camping there including a third fisherman David from Great Falls, and his friend Ron. No cake of course, but they rustled up an energy bar with a candle on it, and more than a few welcome shots of Fireball cinnamon whisky. The next day we would hike with them along Eagle Creek with them to St Mary’s, and civilisation.

DSC01291The lakeside camp was where we got hungry as the food started running out. So after a morning swimming in the lake and lazing around camp, I caught that fine fat  trout with the orange flesh in Red Eagle Creek. Perched on a rock right above a white water cascade just a few yards below the lake’s outlet, I’d been trailing a weighted fly through the pool just as those had suggested.

DSC01253It didn’t take long to get a couple. Fish come aggressively in these remote spots. And they fight back too. Such was my position on the rock, I could only seize each fish from the water by placing a finger under its gill cover. This meant my finger protruded up the gullet and right into his mouth, where his sharp teeth shredded the tip so deep I carried the marks for many weeks.

It was only some time afterward I realised I shouldn’t have killed that fish. Brightly dappled with orange, pink and yellow spots across his back, he looked just like a lake trout. Or maybe a brook trout, an introduced species from further east. In fact he was one of a subspecies unique to the Pacific slope of the Rockies.

Later, I cleaned and filleted those fish in the lake, as the afternoon sun angled its way behind Red Eagle Mountain and its hidden hanging lake. Later still, the hillsides morphed pink and gold as the waterfowl cut their trails across the still mirror of lake and sky, and the northern stars unwrapped that brilliant density only visible when far from the illuminations of man.

The fish was simply delicious. It was the only trout I ate, and for that matter the only one I’ve ever killed in the United States in over 20 years of fishing trips. Hope that redeems things a bit.

It would have made for a tighter story-line if that bull trout really came from waters eventually flowing into the Missouri, where I’d fallen in while wading, and where David and I had caught those big browns on hopper patterns, and which carries the waters of the Big Horn, where Byron and I had flipped our weighted rigs below Fort Smith.

But it’s not true. This particular trout only inhabits the drainages heading towards the Pacific and Hudson’s Bay, not the Atlantic. The lake is the source of Red Eagle Creek, which flows northward into St Mary Lake. The St Mary River then makes its way to the Saskatchewan and Nelson rivers and eventually into Hudson’s Bay.

But looked at it another way, it was kind of poetic, and justifies my plan for that fifth trip to Montana. During 2014 I fished in two of the three rivers starting their journey at Triple Divide Peak, flowing to Hudson’s Bay and Gulf of Mexico.

2015 offers the chance to complete the full “Triple Divide Trio” by fishing the Yaak River, which is a tributary of the Kootenay. This in turn flows along the Columbia River to Vancouver and the Pacific Ocean. And that is why “I’ll See You Next Year in Yaak, Montana.”

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Charisma: Let’s Make it Better


This post was originally published  by sister website http://www.communicatecharisma.com. You can find out more about the methodology and the only  self-assessment profile by accessing that site.

Back in 1982, when VHS videocassettes were being sold in bulky boxed sets, you could have constructed a new Great Wall of China out of all the Jane Fonda home exercise videos sold that year. But though many millions sweated it out solo on the rug in front of the TV, many more opted to join a gym to get fit in company.

Lonely workout  in front of the TV?

Lonely workout in front of the TV?

In just about any realm of human activity, “making it better” isn’t just a matter of working out what’s wrong and then finding the means to fix it individually. As social beings we have a deep hunger for interaction, feedback and approval. And nowhere more than in the field of communication, where ‘no man is an island.’ Some things you simply can’t fix with a selfie.

You can't manufacture charisma this way.

You can’t manufacture charisma without others to help out.

Which is why coming to terms with the ways we affect other people, so gaining the self-knowledge to boost our influence, simply can’t be done solo. You can only see what communication style is working and what isn’t, by understanding how other people really experience you.

If you want to find out whether you have Charisma – defined as “compelling attractiveness of charm that can inspire devotion in others” – then you need the feedback mechanism that only people can provide. They’ll tell you whether or not you’re generating that instant rapport that inspires trust, confidence or acceptance.

Better together: feedback  and interaction  takes us further.

Better together: feedback and interaction takes us further.

Communicate Charisma acknowledges our social needs and collaborative nature by taking the group training route to “making it better.” First, our tools and techniques permit you to map, visualize and then enhance power we have to influence others, by making best use of each person’s authentic character assets.

We do this through an interactive workshop experience. This is a safe, confidential environment to help business leaders measure, become more conscious of, and test out new ways to let their communicative persona work its influence on other people.

The workshops are designed for:

  • Business leaders and senior managers regularly interacting with audiences great and small, such as shareholders, media, clients, policymakers or opinion leaders.
  • Developers, marketers and leaders of social enterprise seeking increased impact in their business negotiations with stakeholders and communities.
  • All present and future thought leaders who value effective communication as a route to career enhancement.

The workshop is where we share a methodology that allows you to map, measure and manage your own charisma assets – and at the same time become more conscious of the ways other people try to influence you. Being able to visualize the matrix of energies at work whenever we communicate, calls for a clear methodology. But this not a ‘Method’ in the sense used by actors painstakingly building up their onstage charisma.

Workshop with World Presidents' Organization

Workshop with World Presidents’ Organization

Our workshop experience is just one part of a simple, three-part process designed for busy business people who need to raise their game in the workplace, or wherever they interact with people. “Make it better” is a natural self-development goal, and this is how we can help:

1.     The Map: We first identify the ingredients that make up your communication style; both the way you project yourself in different types of encounter, and the inbuilt essence or energy that’s unique to you. You make a start at discovering this before you join the workshop, by completing an online self-assessment survey. This generates both a short summary and a detailed 18 page report of your charisma profile. The latter is only delivered to you at the workshop.

2.     The Matrix: During the workshop we walk participants through both parts of the Communicate Charisma conceptual matrix. First the Two-Dimensional Charisma Projection Profile composed of four sectors. Then the Seven-Dimensional Charisma Essence Profile resembling a circular clockface. Using structured role-play, participants gain direct experience of what it’s like both to try influencing others from each of these standpoints – and being on the receiving end. You’ll learn how to “inhabit” each of the behavioural zones in the two Profiles, as you and workshop colleagues give and receive constructive feedback.

3.     The Measurement: During the final part of the workshop participants begin completing their Personal Development Plan (PDP). This is a self-led, self-accountable programme to help you implement the insights gained both from workshop feedback and study of your Self-assessment Report. The PDP is a take-home guidebook for a 3 month personal journey defined by four questions: “Where am I now? Where do I want to get to? How do I get there? How will I know I’ve arrived?” The PDP helps you plan the route between “resolution” and “outcomes” by tracking how you get on at your selected upcoming events. It measures the changes you set yourself.

This approach is designed to improve communications effectiveness by harnessing your own unique qualities – rather than repeating a learned formula. We’ll show how your charisma can make things better by shaping a truly authentic communication style that fits you best.

We believe useful workshops need to be experiential. Busy people need to lean forward and try out new stuff – not just sit back and hear how it’s done. So participants are encouraged to dive right in.

Performance and feedback 'makes it better'

Performance and feedback helps ‘make it better’

This training course will enable you to:

  • Understand what’s needed for creating instant rapport with people, breaking down barriers and winning trust.
  • Understand how to adapt your style of communication to situations and audience needs.
  • Identify and optimise the character assets you can use for effective communication.
  • Select the ‘communication terrain’ that best suits your personality type.
  • Avoid communication styles outside your comfort zone that may trigger negative responses.
  • Understand the hidden techniques others are using to try and influence you.
  • Plan and develop strategies to ensure people understand your message and embrace your calls to action.
  • Build a communication skills plan to ensure continuous personal improvement.

Specifically, we will practice what it’s like to “inhabit” each the zones or dimensions in the Charisma matrix from which both the projection profile and the essence profile are composed. As well as seeing and giving feedback to others when they consciously adopt these modes, workshop participants get a chance to try out them out for ourselves.

So in the two-dimensional projection map, participants experience the difference between communication styles based on persuasion, and those based on empathy. Similarly, the high-energy communication styles commonly adopted for large groups, are mostly quite different from more intimate behaviours we use with small groups.

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Experiential learning to “inhabit” different charisma dimensions

In the circular seven-dimensional charisma essence map, we work around the separate dimensions: exploring Self-Assurance, Drive, Vision, Collaboration, Empathy, Beliefs, and Values.

Oprah Winfrey, First Lady of TV charisma

Where does your charisma essence reside?

The Communicate Charisma Workshop also includes the following topic areas:

  • Defining charisma and the way it is used all around you.
  • The role of personal charisma in effective communication.
  • How great communicators influence audiences great and small.
  • How to adapt your behaviour to emphasize strengths and manage your challenges.
  • Learning how people experience us directly, through interactive workshop activity.
  • Understanding your personal Charisma profile and locking in continuous learning through Personal Development Plan.

At Communicate Charisma we teach people how to become more engaging and effective communicators. In our Charisma Dimensions workshops, we use practical exercises coupled with our bespoke self-awareness tools to allow participants to understand and experience the impact of individual personality traits on how we are perceived by others. Together, we use these insights to develop a more effective and authentic personal style, and so raise our power of influence and communications mastery.

Find out more about our workshops.