Got up at 4 in the AM yesterday for my first real Northeast trout expedition, after living in NYC for almost a year...

I actually am so lame that I brought my issue of Fly Fisherman as my guide. I decided a spot that required some hiking would bring down the bubba factor, so I hiked just 1/2 mile and had the river all to myself from 7 am to noon. What a beautiful river! There were caddis, sulfurs, and bwo's in the air, but the fish were either not feeding much or there weren't many fish this far downstream. I targeted larger fish half the time, using marabou muddlers and white WB's. The bugger got me one hit. As I was getting ready to leave around noon (figured the water was starting to warm up, apparently the river peaked around 66 yesterday so I was wrong), I decided to switch to my desperation fly, a #8 madam-x. I tried twitching it like a hopper or cicada with no luck, until I stopped twitching/paying attention and a nice, fat little brown trout gently surfaced and sipped my beastly Montana fly as if it were a spinner. It was about 11-12", and it swam right at me rather than fighting. What a fun day! I'll be back there, maybe further upstream before it closes.