It's that time of year again, yet another summer has come and gone. Dog days waning, with a transition on the way. Maple leaves are beginning to wilt and turn, with the grasses ever dryer. Poison Oak, the very first to begin the change, vibrant red, burnt orange, yellow and some still green enough to fool you. Turnouts once covered and hidden from the unknowing now beg for a look see. Feeder creeks playing with reality, now you see 'em now you don't. Dodging wooly bears inching their way across the highway. Mosquitos finally fleeting, kinda. Giving an old growth a pat of respect on the way past, many droughts they've survived. Wishing you could've been here at this very moment when it was just a sapling... Morning shadows hanging on for a late fish. Darkness slowly creeping towards a favorable nights sleep. That's the way it goes, the way it should be.
Every year we go up and down, this summer was no different. Though, more than we've seen in the recent past. Fire, smoke, drought, warm, low water, good fishing, tough fishing…these fish have survived it all, countless times. Things change, it's inevitable, can you?
A summer of change, a summer to remember. Thank you to all that fished with me and continue to do so. Looking forward to the coming fall and the changes it will most definitely bring...
Keep keepin'em wet,
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