The last stretch off from work was fruitful from the standpoint of getting out and poking around. I went five for seven as regards days fished to days off. Not a bad average for someone swinging a bat or wielding a fly rod.
The pontoon emerged from it's bag in the garage and made it's maiden voyage of the year. I was relieved to find that it still held air and had not acquired any new leaks. An overcast day, punctuated with the occasional squall, made for pleasant floating conditions. Midges? Yes! Gobs. Clusters. Truly something to behold. Trout enthusiastically sipped the floating masses of bugs. A short cast to a recent rise with a midge pupa was often rewarded with the swirling take of a pretty brown or rainbow.
Another day I learned, or rather re-learned the importance of fishing deep and adding more weight to a nymph rig. I've never been much of a deep water nympher, but one Madison run just looked too fishy not to hold fish. After the necessary adjustments I started to pick up fish regularly.