Wet pinegrass and sunstruck lupine, midmorning in July; pipsissewa and bunchberry dogwood, cream-scented, mingling with the drier scent of paintbrush and the wet fur of a deer's belly from where it has just crashed through the sedgy marsh (that rich waterspray vaporizing in the rising warmth of the day).
High-riding sedgy patterns dressed in CdC or traditional palmers are being chased - often by the fishery's larger fish - so those anglers looking to land a whopper should keep strengthening up their leaders.