I had high hopes for this weekend given the decent weather and mid-40s temps. Hit Houghton's on Friday AM. A fairly stiff wind made fly casting a challenge. About three hours on the water yielded not a bump. I returned on Saturday morning. The sun was shining and wind had laid down, an absolutely perfect day to be on the water. Four and a half hours later I went home empty. Only one tug on the fly the entire time. There were three other fly fisherman that came and went during that time. One of them was able to land a rainbow. The rest of us made the walk of shame.