Year one: skunked.
Year two: A few nice ones.
Year three: skunked.
I guess next year I will make it a pattern.
The conditions weren't all that bad, with the first good snow coverage and reasonable water temperature and good flow. Hey, there were even some stones and midge hatching. But no matter the fly, it was not to be. The only thing that could have improved the day would be a Native Brooky.