By 6:30 a.m., Cermele and I were standing streamside tying up and watching trout sip the surface. Given that it was holiday weekend, we expected to bump into other anglers. But, thank the Lord, there wasn't another soul to be seen. In fact, the only company we had that morning was a ton of bugs. Not only did we have the place to ourselves, but we stumbled onto one hell of a sulphur hatch.