Eyes to the sky...
I went to a local lake that is chock full of trouty goodness. It was slow for a bit, but after a while, the surface looked like a damn golf ball for all of the rises. It seemed that they were eating just below the surface most of the time, with a few big jumps thrown in adding insult to injury. I did everything short of tying my fly box to the end of my leader, but alas the wretched skunk jumped in my boat and ate my mojo. I would've given my pinkie toe to have 2 or 3 of whatever the hell they were eating. Feck.