A last minute reprieve on Saturday had me meeting Scott at the Mukilteo Ferry dock for the 8:00 boat. Destination, Lone Lake. Temps were a chilly 34 but the weatherman promised high 50's for the day. The lighthouse is a favorite target as I head west on the ferry. Once we arrived at the lake we noticed a half dozen prammers already fishing. We on the other hand had to gear up while they fished. Ira brought a buddy to introduce to fly fishing. The loaded up their pram and parked just south of the loading ramp. Ira proceeded to pick up every dink within several hundred yards it seemed. With each new catch there arose a very vocal report of just how small they were. Steve (Islander) showed up and the three of us headed for the water. Scott seemed to do the best from the start and Steve and I floundered, well, I did. Seeing the birds working the water at the south end sent me on a quest for what I hoped were feeding trout. I did manage one healthy fish that was quite the acrobat and cleared the water several times before yielding to the net. I caught in on a scud with a full sink line in shallow water, it was cast, strip, strip, strip really fast. Whatever, it worked, but just the once. Another fellow picked up a few fishing around where I was. He's netting one here... Soon the troops showed up and there went the peace and quiet. Oh well, it was fun throwing jabs at one another as we often do. Ira even entertained us with a jug trick...I'll let him explain if he wants to ( I have the photo just in case...) Eventually we all headed north again for pit stops, ball games, flat butts, and other assorted excuses to get out of the water. BTW, Scott is sporting a beard these days, didn't get a good shot of it, but here he is with a sparkling background. Steve managed a nicely colored rainbow shown here... Catching slacked off big time for me so I targeted some of the local characters instead... After too many hours of not catching any fish we bailed for "dunch" at the HH Gun Club where burgers, ruebens, and micro brews soothed our spirits. As always a fun day on the water no matter the catch rate. I'm sure we'll do it again...soon.