I did get over to Cutthroat Lake the other day. It was windy, and stayed windy. I took a long circuit around the lake trolling several gaudy flies deep, shallow, and deeper. I even threw a muddler up against a formerly productive stretch of shoreline. Caught nothing, saw nothing.
The three best things to come out of the trip were 1. Some much-needed exercise; 2. Seeing and hearing a high string of Sandhill cranes; and 3. Having a handful of swallows swoop around me for a short time, surely one of the last contingents of migrators, and the last sighting of swallows until Spring returns.