The water is still pretty chilly, but the fish are biting. If you know what you are doing, you'll catch fish, if you are still learning, it may be tough. Saturday I got squat! and Sunday I had a hard take on a discomatic Hale Bopp that got away (I can has was eeting a cookie), and almost to the net nice shiny diploid RB on a dinky reddish chronnie with a tungsten head. It was what everyone else was doing, only not as effectively. Nice fish though, in the low 20s. My lame excuse for not netting that RB: I tired her out, was rolling, but when I went to take her in the net, I used the same technique I use on a float tube, grabbed the line just above the fish, and she took off with my fly. Larry was right there and held his tongue as I goofed the take. I was already a bit discombobulated, and he didn't want to add to that. I was in a different boat! and damn it all that I could *not* net that fish. Then I had to go home--work tonight. The good news, I'm back next weekend, and my "coach" Larry will still be there too. I *will* catch a fish on a chronomid next weekend, if it's the last thing I ever do!