You want to fish Cutthroat Lake, but when you arrive there you find it overrun by teenagers with a motorboat. So you bail and go back down the road to Midge Lake.
Midge Lake is mostly surrounded by homes and a resort, and is a bait lake. Nothing wrong with that, but it's not how you prefer to fish.
You have fished Midge Lake a few times before, but only on this unbuilt-up end, and only from the bank. You've often wondered how it would fish from a tube, so this is a good time to find out.
It fishes well--for little fish. They're hanging along the weedy margins, and they're all over the Damselator.
You hook into a fish that feels much better, but it comes undone while you're stripping it in.
You switch to a muddler, thinking it might attract larger fish, but no....
You never do find bigger fish. Maybe they'll move into this end when the weather cools. You'll check.
But now it's time to check out Cutthroat Lake again. You know there are big fish there. You just have to catch them in the right mood. So you drive back down the road and find the lake deserted.
You troll up and down the long shoreline. You've caught fish here before with a big Woolly Bugger like the one you have on. But this time you get no results.
You wait to see whether the evening hatch will bring fish up. You have memories of magical evenings with big fish sipping Callibaetis, and killing big stimulators right up in the tangles of deadfall along the bank.
The hatch comes off beautifully. There are spinning clouds of bugs. The Nighthawks go nuts.
The Cutthroats stay away in droves.
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