The rain stopped for a bit, the floods cleared up enough to open the roads until the snowpack melts (that's going to be bad), and my honey pot is still my honey pot. The bite was a bit slower than usual and the lake now has suckers in it, but they don't eat trout crack so I'm still happy. A couple of the resident seagulls were eating a sucker that a boater trolling cowbells w/a worm tossed. Arrived at ~8:00am, I limited out at ~10:30, my wife was out at 11:00. A little over 17 lbs of trout total. My wife calls trips like this "cannery runs". I'm running 20# braid, trebles snelled on 10# braid in gin clear water. They don't know anything about "line shy". They dearly love Power Bait stinky dough.