I began working my way out to the middle of the lake. After giving some consideration to the 50-foot maximum depth of Angle Lake, I thought to twist on a piece of matchstick lead onto the tippet knot to take things down a little deeper than the surface where there obviously wasn't any action. The good thing about winter is that trout aren't hiding in the deepest water. The bad thing about winter is that they can be anywhere. The wooly bugger was a good searching pattern.
Big hooks catch big fish, and big fish like little fish.
I turned my raft directly to the opposite shore until I lost sight of the fat rocks covering the bottom. I then shifted my attention to making some casts for distance. Meanwhile, a light drizzle began shivering the skin of the lake. With each of my casts I make a point of trying out different return strips. I started with short 4 to 6 inch strips but progressively increased the length of my pulls with each cast.