My fall trip is always bittersweet. Sweet because I have unlimited time and plenty of fuel
, but bitter because its the last long trout fishing trip of the year. The first summer trip has only anticipation and a bright future of the season ahead. This trip, with the trees in their golden glory, marks the finish of summer, which seemingly just arrived. The crowds are gone, but so are the caddis and drakes. Weather is mostly perfect, but soon the snow will push my dreams to the tropics. So I try to savor what is left, and enjoy the perks of fall fishing. Solitude, uncrowded highways, and comfortable days and nights. I have good fishing and great waters to enjoy. It begins where it began in late May, the Henry's Fork--of course!
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| A pretty good Mahagony Dun match! |
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| An empty upper ranch parking lot! |
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