Mike Bailey and I braved the winds to catch the first trout of the season. We parked the truck and walked a half mile in to an area that was surrounded by nothing but sage and snow drifts. The fish are in good shape. We landed nothing but fat 16 and 17 inch rainbows. Red rock worms did the trick. But the lowly orange scud worked its magic too. I don't tie many flies anymore. Still I can't make myself buy rock worms at two buck a piece. I tie 20 in the winter and try to make them last. We didn't see a boat or anyone else all day. There's still shelf ice, but all indications point to a banner year for trout fishing in America.