Calm morning on Lone Lake. 08:00 Surface temperature 56 degrees. First thought is "the point". There were a couple of otters playing on the dock, but they were camera shy I guess. After trolling/stripping some black and olive offerings, no takers. I went to a white bugger, and What?! Big ditch pickle at Lone? I guess I have never been fishing there when they were attentive. OK, that's more like it! You can see the lake has some color, but I didn't see any floating blue/green algae. That bass went airborne, and I could hardly believe my eyes. Even at a distance, I was suspect as I noticed a green shimmer. I haven't caught too many bass, but he put the clamp down with his jaws as I went to remove the fly. Odd feeling, I don't think I'm up for 'noodling'. A huge hatch came off about 10:00, and it was all about the middle of the lake. I shared it with just one other fisher until noon, then I was all by my lonesome. I struggled with the hatch. I missed a couple of takedowns with a chromie. Adding insult to injury, after one miss the fish kept mouthing the released indicator. The fish were taking in the upper two feet of water. I had a breakoff about four feet from the boat as I was about to back cast again. I did catch a couple of fish bobbercating. The other gentleman switched to an emerger pattern that looked like a mangled grey elk hair caddis. He crushed. I tried something similar and did not. The fish then went down. He left, and I proceeded to catch four more fish with an intermediate line and a natural gold ribbed hares ear. Out of the six rainbows, five were in the 17 inch class and one was 14 inches(but fought like a champ!).