September 2018 abruptly finished our summer, and fall is here, this morning marked our first real frost! The nymphing is consistent but the dry fly fishing has been the star so far. Get the right day and you can polish off hours pursuing big trout gulping tiny olives. Somehow we manage not be cold when we intently cast to rising fish, i equate it to feeling not as tired as the losing team if your are fortunate enough to be winning the game. Not sure how much of our season is left but get yourself some Patagonia nano pants to wear under your waders and fish until the trout no longer rise.
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