Flyin' solo today.
The wife is somewhere south of San Antonio, the Fanz is off duck huntin', and everyone else hung their gear up for the winter.
Wrong idea, that.
New fish on the high tide, in a dreamy river-right longside hole, swingin' huge flies for eager October fish, wind on the upstream shoulder, sunshine on the downstream shoulder, the 8110 throwin' and flowin'...
Gettin' it while I can. Winter is just around the corner and before you know it, the Fish, the Sun, the Water...all these will be gone.