Luck was on my side though in that two little brookies were willing to hit, one on a pink worm and the other on a Something-or-other. I got the second to hand, and he was to strong willed to allow me to take his picture he was off before I even touched the fly in his mouth.
As long as there is snow melt it looks like most streams will be dirty, but that shouldn't last long. Of course, the bigger rivers will be muddy and high for at least a few weeks. When my next outing will be I am not sure.
On the way home I passed a ledge that was spewing out these big ugly garnets. A few have some nice deep purple spots.