The forecast looked promising mostly sunny skies with a chill reminding me fall is brief and fleeting. With no restrictions on time I had several locations available and fittingly opted for my favorite stretch. For only a moment I debated what setup to take, but if this was my final supper I wanted to eat well. I loaded up my Sage ESN along with every nymph I had and a box of terrestrials for good measure. Like Clint Eastwood said “I don’t want to get killed on account of not shooting back.” By 6:30 I was on the road and after a quick coffee stop I arrived streamside. Not only did I have the day, it appeared I had the stream with only one other car in the lot. I lined up and with time on my side decided to fish my way in. It took only a short time to calibrate my fly selection and I found fish quickly. Trout were holding in bunches and the competition inspired aggressive takes. Once hooked, they fought beyond their weight class highlighted by spectacular acrobatics. Fish landed were dressed in the vibrant colors of fall and with winter quickly approaching already plenty fat. The consistency of day lasted until the very end landing a couple fish haphazardly casting while making my way out.
Now I’m left with a minimum of three troutless months in MN and WI. Eventually, I’ll concede to winterizing my gear admitting to the finality of the season. Fall is bittersweet. It may be my favorite time of year, but it goes by too quickly in the Midwest and inevitably leads to winter. So for now I’ll reflect on the season hoping days like today make it slightly more bearable.