The alarm sounded at 4:30 a.m. We were rigged, wrapped in our swaddling clothes, and bank side by 6:00 a.m. The temperature was seven degrees below zero. As one might expect, the fishing was slow until the sun rose in the sky. Right around noon, the air and water warmed just enough to trigger the bite.
We nymphed up all the fish pictured below, but I did have a tug on an Orange Heron. Sadly, I had gone cold dumb, and my digits weren't responding to the signals from my brain. Maybe next time.