
Indian Summer, well no, just a short two day remembrance of one. Two days with highs in the low seventies, then the temperatures begin to crash.
Once more I will string the four weight Granger and search the quiet waters for a rise. Though the October sunshine would be welcome on my shoulders and a delight to my eyes, the cloud cover I expect is much better for the fishing. The river is down to its bones, as clear as air with little current in the pools. The shy wild trout will scrutinize everything!
Perhaps I will repeat yesterday’s good fortune, perhaps I will simply take in the beauty and serenity of the river amid the last blush of fair October.
