Saturday, I had a couple of hours to kill between other engagements, so I decided to go to my favorite close-by fishing spot to see if anything was happening there. Stupidly, I picked the wrong rod for the job at hand. It just didn't have the backbone to do what I needed it to. I missed three good fish by the time I had to leave, but vowed to wipe that day off the books by fishing all day Sunday. Enlightened and I didn 't get out of the house until nine a.m., due to meeting some friends at the bar the previous night. We both fished hard, but by the time she had to leave at noon, we had nothing to show for our efforts. The day was sunny and perfectly calm, ideal for sight fishing over the weed flats we were positioned over. We had both spotted several fish, but couldn't get them to commit. As Enlightened rowed away, I stole her spot. It was a twenty by twenty foot sandy patch in the weed beds. It made spotting fish, which showed up dark over the light bottom, easier. She hadn't even drove away yet when I saw a fish slowly crossing my target area. The cast was perfect, the fish turned slightly and made a beeline for my fly. I lost both fish and fly in the glare, but couldn't miss the boil when it took my fly. Line ripped, the trout made several glorious leaps as it ran. I looked over to see if Enlightened was seeing this, but she was just a dust cloud disappearing down the dirt track. The fish was gorgeous and wild, a little on the skinny side for his length (22 inches), but strong and acrobatic. I soon got another, this one a fin clipped fish of about twenty inches. As I was releasing it, I had a brilliant idea. Pop over to my favorite cutthroat lake for a bit. The sight fishing should be great! I was already a ways from home, but drove another half-hour for a shot at cruising cutties. I turned in to the lake, crested over the hill and was greeted with white caps. No chance of launching my 'toon in three foot breakers. I made an effort at shore fishing, but the wind made it difficult to cast and impossible to sight fish. Well, hell! Bummed, I turned around and headed back to where I came from. I returned to the same place I just left. The conditions were still perfect there, completely windless. The fishing was just as difficult as before, too. I cast to a dozen or more sighted fish with refusal after refusal. Pawing through my flies in desperation I spotted something I've never tried before. A glo-bug egg. The hook was slightly rusty, but I just wanted to see if the fish would even move to it. The next fish I spotted turned, and ignoring the streamer, happily ate the egg dropper. The fish was hot for a triploid, and even jumped a couple times. It wanted to take me into my backing, but I cranked my drag down tighter and leaned on him. It turned out to be my best fish of the day, over two feet and around seven pounds. The rusty hook bent out, but somehow the fish stayed pinned. I tossed my only egg pattern in the pocket of my toon, and set out to explore some new areas. The first place I stopped to try had a boulder making a little point, causing what little current there is there to break around it. It just looked fishy. My first cast in there, something boiled at my streamer. I cast again. This time the boil connected, and I was shocked to see a huge, male kokanee thrashing on the surface. It gave a little hop to right itself, and bolted hard, much like a carp. And there was nothing. The tippet had broken. After landing two hard fighting bows, a kokanee had broken my eight pound tippet?! It was getting late, so I started making my way back to the truck. I caught one more twenty inch 'bow on the way in when I saw it rise, and cast my streamer directly into the rings and started stripping. Not many fish, but quality fish. Five in five hours of fishing. I didn't notice the date and time were screwed up on the first pics until after I took them. It should say 10-20 noonish.