I spend the weekend camping with the family at Upper Pines in Yosemite Valley...not my favorite place in the world to camp, kinda crowded, but there's nothing like waking up in the morning in a tent to the sound of running water.

I managed to sneak away for a few hours and get my line wet.  I fished a couple of pools upstream from the RV dump station.  They looked like text book trout haunts, big rocks, a fallen tree, slow water next to fast...and I fished every fly recommended for the Merced, black ants, Parachute Adams, Sierra Bright Dot, Copper Johns, Midges, and came away empty handed.  I only saw one fish rising and that disappeared pretty quickly when a big lump of a German tourist chucked a rock into the river from the opposite bank.

My casting is getting much better and I was able to hit my spots half the time and keep a wake off the fly.  Still no luck.  One of these days it will click.

All that said it was a semii religious experience standing waist deep in cold water casting a dry fly right under Half Dome.  

On the way home we stopped at the Bass Pro Shop in Manteca...that place is outa control!  We had to limit ourselves to an hour or the credit card would have melted.