The summer has busied up. Sometimes it takes a little effort--and some grace--to find time for the lake.
Tuesday evening was as calm as could be--too calm.
Hardly anything was moving. Rises were solitary, scattered, and long minutes apart. Perhaps an approaching weather front was working its mysterious influence.
I started with dries, but nothing I offered triggered a spontaneous rise. I tried nymphs under an indicator, but the indicator stayed as still as the glassy surface.
Then a breeze kicked up. There was a brief flurry of splashy rises, then silence. I started trolling the red beadhead Micro Leech.
I went far up the lake. Finally, as hope waned with the light, a take--and a rosy Rainbow in the net.
I trolled all the way back. Not a single bump. I felt lucky to have found one fish. As I said, sometimes it takes a little effort--and lots of grace.