Our hero Jeff with the only steelhead of the weekend.
My camera was very confused by snow, and couldn't figure out what to do. This was Sunday morning. It was a lot of fun to fish in the snow.
Much of the snow up there had packed down so it appeared like there was much less snow than there actually was. But there was plenty, and getting down to the water from the banks was on a Where Someone Else Had Bravely Gone Before only basis.
There were fifty billion teeny tiny little stone flies on the snow near the water, and about a dozen of these larger ones. I of course had flies that looked exactly like these larger ones.
Four dopes staring at a blinking camera lodged in a tree limb.
Our hero Jeff with the only steelhead of the weekend. 
My camera was very confused by snow, and couldn't figure out what to do. This was Sunday morning. It was a lot of fun to fish in the snow.
Much of the snow up there had packed down so it appeared like there was much less snow than there actually was. But there was plenty, and getting down to the water from the banks was on a Where Someone Else Had Bravely Gone Before only basis.
There were fifty billion teeny tiny little stone flies on the snow near the water, and about a dozen of these larger ones. I of course had flies that looked exactly like these larger ones.
Four dopes staring at a blinking camera lodged in a tree limb.
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