There we stood, six of the Loveland Fishing Club’s finest, angling for big trout in a legendary North Park lake under superb late March conditions: a brutally cold 25 mph wind from the west, half the lake still capped by rotten ice, and giant snowbanks blocking 90 percent of the shoreline. The fishing would pick up dramatically on day two, but by late Thursday I hadn’t landed a single fish. Desperate measures seemed reasonable. So when I climbed to the top of a steep, 35’ bluff and cast out beyond an inaccessible, snow-packed shoreline far below, I hadn’t really considered what would happen if something actually bit. I quickly found that out when two seriously obese cutthroats headed straight for my little Gulp minnow, and the closest one took a bite! In the clear, icy water we watched that fat fish fight for its freedom, going aerial, darting east and then west – the one direction that would eventually take her safely past the bluffs into muddy but ...