This time I committed.
I spent nearly all day with 10ft of T11, a 4ft leader loaded up with split shot, and a couple of hare-brained-pun-intended-last-minute articulated streamers that had me up late the night before. I made sure the rig got deep and I nearly gave up after seeing a couple of big fish rise for some emerging caddis. I had a couple of big shadowy followers, an unfortunately brained whitefish, and I finally made a connection with a 20+ inch bull. Alas the hook had been dulled by a recent encounter with a rock and the fish shook loose.
That's when I went back to the nymph rig for a couple of hours to shake the skunk. And shake she did-- bless ye ole' prince nymph.
Back at the truck at the end of the day I felt like a success-- a few fish to net, some streamer-faith developed, and I covered a good 6 miles of beautiful and brambly trail. Tough to beat.