I wrested some time out of my schedule on Thursday to stop by Cutthroat Lake for a look. It was my first time there this season. When I arrived the lake was calm, and I saw one big rise along the drop off. My best fishing here has been when the big cutts are rising to Callibaetis along the drop off, or hanging in the shallows swirling on anything that moves. Those times are rare, or require perfect timing to hit, but when you do hit it right the fishing is spectacular--and did I mention these are big cutts?
I had the float tube in the back of the pickup, but not enough time to use it. And a breeze picked up, and I saw no more rises. So I cast and stripped the bead head leech. I got one follow by a male--right up to my feet where I had a good look at him--but when I dangled the fly in front of his nose as he lazily swam away he ignored it.
The wind soon picked up, and a rainstorm blew through. I waited it out in the truck. After it passed the lake was calm, but still quiet. I had time for a few more fruitless casts before I had to leave.
But I know this now: they're still in there.