Yes, that certainly is an interesting report! I am indebted to Jim Speaker for doing all that advance research before I arrived and making it easy for me. I witnessed him hook and bring to hand a couple of pretty 12" to 14" Beardslees, while I remained skunked and without even a bite, before he pointed out a nice fish splashing the surface off the tip of a log. "Where?" I hadn't seen it. "Cast right over there!" (Jim pointing, posing as a guide). I cast my flashy blue streamer right over there. The trout followed my fly and took it, in spite of the fact that the flashy blue monstrosity that I concocted in haste the night before was far too bright, and should have spooked any trout in such clear water. The trout thrashed, showing its thick chrome sides, looking like a 17"er or so, but I didn't get a solid hook-up, and suddenly it was gone. That was the ice-breaker I needed, though. Ha! I never even noticed that Jim wasn't wearing rain pants until he had to go take his two layers of fleece off and wring them out. I had a spare set of rain pants in my car I could have loaned him, but at least it wasn't very cold. It was 50 F at 6am. Trick photography Stonefish. Jim must have photoshopped that one. I'm feelin' really old right now, after paddling my local estuary today for 7 hours, with only a 20 minute break for lunch. I could have gone surfing instead, but that would have burnt me out after only two hours. Paddling and dragging a streamer gave me 5 extra hours of local motion! However, right now I'm feelin' nearly dead! Tomorrow I'm gonna be a zombie. What was I thinking? I ran into some cutthroat today, but that is another story.