I wrote this one off years ago as just another fishless puddle. Alders crowd the lakeshore. Casting options are limited. I walked around the lake, stumbling over blowdown, cussing the aforementioned alders. That first visit, no fish rose. I didn't bother to rig up, It was a tactical error. First impressions can be misleading. There were some impressive piles of bear poop though.
A few years later I decided to take another look. Same scenario. No riseforms. No sign of fish. This time I strung my rod. Casting fruitlessly from a precarious perch, I was ready to give up. Then I saw the shadow. At least I thought I saw something. More casts. The shadow reappeared. Jaws junior came back and decided that it was time to eat.
Once a year we go back. Just to check on the fish. There aren't many.
We went back over the weekend. The fish were still there. Like us, a year older.
We saw a pine marten. Mosquitos. No grizzlies.