The weather has been unseasonably warm and beautiful. This has dragged visitors to our little hamlet, and filled the motels and hotels.
The gray and cool temperatures of last night and this morning will change all of that. The visitors are already headed home, or to warmer places. However, this is not a bad thing.
Fishing should improve. The fish in our waters know what to do. They need to eat. And, eat – they will. Winter is just around the corner and food will be scarce. Their hormones are demanding that they move to some spawning water. They will fight, become even more territorial, aggressive, and pugnacious. This will attract the fishers. Fishers of all stripes: otters, eagles, mergansers, bears, coyotes, wolves, and humans.
The town will move to a different cadence. Late coffee, tales told, destinations reviewed, lunch anticipated, and fly fishing. The frenzy is a bit more gentle than the crush of summer – yet no less urgent. The time is short; the winter closes.
We, of course, will participate in the dance. It’s an annual affair and seldom disappoints. The music is in the air, the wind, the clouds and the rivers – dance on!
Our neighbor Bob ties flies for just these occasions.