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