Not a bad season overall but didn’t get out as much as I would have liked.
Prowled streams and tribs
Met a bunch of nice Browns that came out to chat with me over some Dry flies and unfortunately only one Cuttie.
Smelled the earth
Freaked out some squirrels
Studied insects under rocks
Watched hatches ebb and flow
Mostly watched trout sip on Mayflies
Chatted about life with good buddies
No bruins this season but lots of tracks
Listened to nothing in the woods and everything
Fished 2 solid hatches where trout fed with abandon
Thought about new dry flies and emergers for next season
Saw deer cross streams I was fishing without them seeing me
Listened to leaves rustle and called out their summer and fall sounds.
Ate some nice lunches but promised myself more hot coffee and food using my Coleman stoves.
Remembered those who I fished with who are no longer on this earthy plane.
My waders ended my season early on my behalf. First pinhole leaks which where easy to fix, then both seams where they met the backs of both booties. Oh well 8 years is OK for a set of waders I guess.
A shootout to all I met on the waters this season from this old Doc.