The big rivers are blown out. Hurricane rain from whoever-we’re-up-to-now flooded the watershed, and it’s looking like slow mornings and lots of vise time for the coming week. The weather has changed. 70s are no longer in the forecast. The mornings are crisp, and the leaves are all but gone. Stripping a fly line over fingers builds a chill in the bones. I’ve been in a different mindset for a few weeks, now. Whether it’s my brain associating past years’ memories with the photo

If October is a month of transition, November is the month when we embrace the new season. Squirrels have been legal game for two months. The general firearms deer season will open in a week, and the duck and goose seasons will follow shortly behind. By the end of the month, the smallmouth and musky will be firmly in their wintering holes, and our trout and musky fisheries will be prime. Therein lies the dilemma. As a devoted angler, I relish the opportunity to switch gears f