The day started out with a lot of optimism; with my sights on finding brown trout sipping PMD’s off the surface. After hiking into my location, I stumbled upon the banks of a high and dirty creek from a week’s worth of rain. Thinking I could bomb streamers all day in the hopes of moving a fish or two or I could head up higher to a few tribs up that I had hoped would be running clearer. After choosing the latter, I ended up being able to fish my PMD’s to eager little brookies and they once again saved the day.