Me, Frank and Glenn. In at Mac about 10:00 after some fine breakfast sandwiches from the bakery in Langdon. River is low, cold and mostly vacant; one other jet at Mac. We try hard, and get a few on the usual suspects. I get a couple on the BRB while messing with the two hander. Couple funny/weird things today: we all manage to hook a fish "in the arse". Also have the experience of being downstream from the Highwoood when a fellow in a large high horsepower inboard jet decides to rip up the Highwood for a fair way, despite the fact that the little stream is mostly frozen over. Now we're contending with major ice floe issues, as the broken ice washes downstream into the Bow. We knock it on the head about 4:30 when the wind picks up and Glenn is getting a bit chilled.