I hate to think this might have been the last trip of the fall, but that seems likely.
The time quickly approaches for the circle of life to bring about the procreation biological imperative that will restock the runs, riffles and pools of the sacred mountain streams in the Valley.
It’s a hiatus I endure with the knowledge that a little restraint on my part is a small price to pay for the continuation of my beloved native brook trout, those iconic denizens of cold water that provides such enjoyment for so many.
I’m no longer in a rush to go, as the other typical fall challenges await:
Waders are now de regueur as water and air temps are in the mid fifties
We are back in drought condition
The fall leaf hatch is ongoing1
Getting things buttoned up around the grounds including a small renovation project on the shop are eating up a bunch of free time
I know I’ll get back to it soon enough.
You can make the best of it. Read “Sporting Clays” with a Fly Rod”
Ahh, the leaf hatch.