Got out this afternoon and fished for a couple of hours... the trout were VERY active, even at high noon. There was a hatch of some sort happening, but I am quite the novice, and the experience was humbling. The insects on the surface and flying about were white and were very small, I'd say size 18 or smaller. After closer observation, it was evident the trout were instead feeding just below surface. Instead of hanging in feeding lanes, it seemed they were more "prowling about", hunting, and "thrashing" more than "sipping". For the life of me I could not get a glimpse of what they were after.
The fleece patch on my vest is now packed full of trial-and-error flies... From noon until 2:00 I drifted nymphs and scuds, stripped maribous and woolies, and slung a couple of dries. I only managed some very spotty action on a zebra midge about 8 inches under an indicater, hooking only 1 of about 5 or 6 takes. All the time, the darn fish were splashing all around me (and not another fisherman in sight!). About 2 the wind really picked up, as did my frustration level. I got the spinning outfit out of the truck, and caught 3 pretty quickly on a nickel mepps.
The fish were absolutely beautiful... unbelieveable colors... different I think from those above the dam. About 3 it was time to go and cook some wings for the game, but I wished I could have stayed! The wind was laying down again, a cloud cover took hold, and I'm sure I could have eventually stumbled onto something in my flybox that would have worked!?!? I guess I've got a lot to learn