The complete opposite of hard-fished, hard to catch trout are the starving bookies on the Beartooth Plateau on the Wyoming/Montana border. Most of those fish are all head. Schools of them will attack anything you throw at them. At least when they're active and in foraging mode.
There are more interesting places on the Plateau. A few of the lakes have relatively flat, swampy estuaries where the creek that drains them slowly leaves the lake. Those places are the exception up there. Most of the moving water on the plateau is best described as an adolescent water fall. But a few of those shallow, swampy dragon fly places do exist. And they often have huge fish.
Those fish have to be approached slowly and carefully. They've survived years of attacks from otter heron and eagle. They know how to stay alive. If you get close enough to cast without spooking them, and if you make a good cast that doesn't splash, you can catch them on almost anything you throw at them.
That's the fishing I like to glorify most, as I look back over a waning career. I'm 72 now. I'm in good health and still fish a lot. But I doubt I'll be making any more ten mile backpacking trips, up onto the plateau.
Here's one I caught when I was 15. This one is probably 17" or 18" inches long. I caught this one in a lagoon, about 1/2 a mile downstream from XXX Lake, where I also once hooked and lost a fat, hook-jawed rainbow a good two feet long.
