and head home, I drifted a Picket Pin downstream under a tree (and daringly over a submerged branch) to run it along a bank that I had seen a nice fish near a few weeks ago. As I drew the fly upstream it stopped near the submerged branch and I figured the fly was lost. However, when I lifted the rod to try to free the fly I felt a tug. I quickly drew the fish upstream past the branch and was truly surprised to see what was at the end of the leader. The stream is home to wild browns and brookies, so catching a 14 or so inch rainbow was not what I was expecting. I couldn't even figure out how to hold it to get a good picture. After very limited luck elsewhere on the stream, unlike Alan who was still getting fish to hit dry flies, I really can't complain. The six degree drop in water temperature since Monday probably explains the lack of enthusiasm exhibited by the streams residents today.