I decided to wander out back, grabbed a fishing rod and chunked a rubber shrimp in the creek. A couple casts later, I had a some tentative strikes, so I set my mind to working the creek over. The spotted trout were sluggish and tentative when they would hit, and they were quick to spit the lure back out.
I worked the creek over, moving up about 100 yards and slowly working back down the bank, retrieving slow, bumping on the bottom, giving the lure little twitches to get some attention from the trout. A couple times I'd spot one stalking the lure, but not quite interested enough to hit it. It was challenging - but that's why they call it "fishing" and not "catching".
I managed to pull in a couple keepers during the next hour. Just in time! As I was bringing them in Gayle asked if I'd like a grilled cheese for lunch. I told her no, I'd much prefer fried trout for lunch. ;)
A couple minutes with a fillet knife, a quick dredge through some seasoned flour and about 4 minutes a side in the frying pan - it's lunchtime.
Now I guess it's time to get back to work. These websites won't write themselves.