We floated from Ruby Campground to Storey Ditch yesterday evening. The fishing was pretty slow. We had fish looking, but few would commit. Popular hopper patterns weren't even getting looks. The banks were completely dead. The fish that we did see moved out of slicks, pillows and those weird mid-river seams.
This brown rose through the pillow of a large mid-stream rock to take a big golden stone pattern (if you look close, you can see the fly on the water):
