Steve and I made a quick trip to wet some flies this evening. We first stopped at the Meadows and found the flow was fishable, but the water was off-color. I was able to stick one small brown in the first run. But after an hour without even a bump, we decided to try plan B. We headed to Big Fish Lake in hopes of finding better results.
The lake had recently lost its icing, so the water was very nippy. Steve hooked into a few fat bows while I whipped the water with my line. I was happy to witness Steve grin from ear to ear as he landed his largest trout yet on the fly.