Last weekend, I had another go at it, with guide service provided by my friend Mike, a fishing guru if ever there was one. That know-how, and a loaner set of waders, did the trick.
Here is the smallest one I caught:
And here is one of the bigger ones:
I landed about five or six roughly this size; I was too busy laughing and hooting to keep count. They were all browns, though I hooked one monster rainbow that got off after a fairly epic, ten-minute battle. The fishing was so great, we almost forgot how miserable the weather was. Good thing I was wearing more wool than the average sheep.
We let them all go, so they're still out there. And no, I won't tell you where "there" is...unless the price is right. But you probably can't afford it.