It's still windy when you get there, but the north end is sheltered. You fish a muddler along the leaf-littered shoreline.
You aim for the inlet. The weather has cooled again--this is the most changeable July you can remember--but you still think the colder water of the inlet is the best bet for mid-summer fishing. You think the osprey agrees with you.
There are fish around the inlet, and they want the muddler, but they're troutlings. You have to hand it to them, though. This one hit the fly so hard he flipped head over pectoral into the air.
The wind is blowing somewhere else at the moment, so you change tactics and hang a nymph under an indicator out along the weed beds.
That brings a slightly bigger fish.
And then a better one yet.
Action slows. You enjoy fishing through your nymph selection to see what might work.
A breeze has come back and is swirling from every direction. You kick back over toward the take out looking for sheltered water.
You don't find it, and the breeze grows into an insistent wind, the famous night wind of this lake. You fish awhile, just in case, but the catching is over.
Still, it was a good way to close out July.
And there's always August.