Pickin' Locks

We got out for what was seemingly the last mild day we'll see for a while here in Northern Vermont.  We saw fish pretty much right off the bat, but getting them to eat in such low, spooky conditions was a different story all together.  I went through proly a dozen fly changes trying to entice a big bright hen into striking, but no dice.  It's always tough to walk away from such a beauty.  But when they're not interested, they're just not interested.  Mike and Steve both landed smaller males that were pretty beat up from fighting for a woman to call their own.

Right Steve...we know what you do in your spare time