You dodge a Spring rattler on your way up to the lake. Live and let live.
You're thinking Drakes, but the access points to the prime shoreline are full of weekend campers. So you launch on the eastern shoreline of the north end to see if they're hatching there yet. This stretch can be prime, too.
It's a little early for the big mays, so you laze along with a muddler.
You get around to the inlet, drop the fly right at the opening in the willows, and get a take. It will be a pretty sure bet for the rest of the season. You've been here when it's a Brown convention.
There are more fish beginning to get active.
The time seems right. You kick back across to see what's what.
It's quiet. You work the muddler some more. Then you see a Drake. And another. Not a heavy hatch yet, but time to tie on your new tie. As you lift the muddler out of the water a big fish chases and swirls and misses. You see the yellow sides gleaming before it sinks out of sight. That was a nice Brown.
You tie on your big Drake and drop it where you last saw the Brown.
There's a take, and it feels like a good fish, but it's a Rainbow. You'll take it.
For the next half hour you fish that little stretch of shoreline, sharing it with a pair of Yellow Warblers who dart out of the willows to snap the big Drakes out of the air. Fish are there, making big quiet rise rings along the bank. You keep hoping for a Brown, but you keep catching Rainbows.
All in all, a pretty good way to spend a long, calm June evening.