Yesterday we climbed to the lake in the rocks. It's in the Central Cascades. You take a trail and then a boot trail and then just scramble over rocks to get there. We found fish using intermediate lines and hard bodied ants or hare's ear wet flies slowly twitched over the shallows. This is a six year old fish.
We could hear rocks falling from the cliff above the lake. A closer inspection revealed this.
The day's arsenal. A J.S. Sharpes Scottie Eighty Eight, 5 weight intermediate line, a leather fly book and Hare's Ear wet flies.
Coffee with lunch is a must. I have a deal with my fishing buddy. I find the high lakes. He brings lunch and makes strong aeropress coffee. The gloves were on account of the mosquitos.