Sometimes it's over before you know it.
It kinda snuck up on me is what it did. The "Irma" necessitated trip to Florida knocked nine days out of September. I no sooner got back and it was October. Didn't even stop at Marino's until yesterday to get my archery license. A dentist appointment and social obligations will fill up the remainder of this week and then I'll be doing a little bow hunting while trying to cross off items on the "to-do" list back home. To put it in words fly fishermen will understand, Angler 119's reports are about to become "sporadic and intermittent". Sort of on an if I go, you'll know basis. The fishing. After a frosty morning it was another bright sunny day with no chance of rain. Temps got up into the 70's and the fish, who are without sunglasses, hunkered down along shady banks and under rocks. Drove around reflecting on the season (more on that later) and opted to fish a long riff in the Beaverkill strewn with basketball sized boulder