The snowmelt must make the water too cold to bring the fish into the usual pools, and nymphing the deeper runs produced nothing and didn't see a fish until I got to "Big Mel's" place.
This trout is easily spooked and I thought I had done it again when I kicked a rock after spending minutes easing my way down the bank. The only saving grace was that Mel had risen to eat something at the same time. I patiently waited about 5 minutes and saw him/her cruising again. I flipped my Shop Vac in while Mel was facing downstream and lifted slowly. Just as I wondering if the fly was in the right lane I had a take. Luckily it was a good hookset and I was able to her in after a few runs under branches & rocks. Of course my camera ran out of batteries just after this shot, but it's just as well (but I still regret that one butterfly picture). Easily the largest hybrid I've ever taken here.