What would drive a man to drag his pregnant wife out into the Three Sisters Wilderness through ankle deep snow last weekend?
I’d heard rumors of giant brown trout in Linton Lake, fish with heads large enough to look like they belong on a golden retriever. I was told I’d see them finning in the shallows, just waiting for an unsuspecting black wooly bugger to try to sneak past them. So I packed up my float tube, a few wooly buggers and a sinking line and convinced my wife it would be a nice hike. And it probably would have been, without the snow.
That said, if I’d caught a 10lb brown trout, you’d have seen the photo already. The brown trout were crusing the shallow eastern edge of the lake and they did take wooly buggers, but I didn’t not see any of the mythical monster fish.