Fortunately, Stifler, not every lake, trail, or route are in any books. There are plenty of places left to find for those who are willing to get off the beaten path. With the most recently available maps there are no more absolute secrets like there used to be when some lakes weren't even on maps, but there are still a lot of lonely places to explore.

Zen, since you asked for my Dolly story, here it is. We were hiking/fishing in the Spatzizi Plateau Wilderness Park in northern British Columbia. Several days in we arrived at a relatively large, shallow lake with a good river running in. It was a perfect spot for fly fishing. There was unlimited back casting room and the RB were holding in the current where the river entered the lake. I was fishing from shore while my dad had waded out a short distance. I was playing a RB that ran about 13 inches when my line suddenly slacked a bit and started to act oddly. I yelled out to my dad see if he could see what was going on with my fish. I pointed out where my line was going in the water and he looked over there and spotted a huge fish that had a tail sticking out of its mouth. I wasn't quite sure what to do at this point, so I gave it some slack as the large fish slowly started swimming away. Finally, I decided I didn't have enough more line to give and I slowly put on pressure. Finally, the fish felt the pressure, it spit the 13 incher out, but the fish was on. I eventually landed a 26" Dolly (or bull trout, whichever it was). There were more of those big fish in there, but they wouldn't look at anything artificial we threw at them. Over the next couple days at the next two lakes down in the chain we were following we had a couple other Dollies go for RB we were playing, but we couldn't land any others.