There are few sights in lilfe prettier than a bent and shaking fly rod with a struggling brown trout at the other end, with a background of deep blue sky and fall foliage on the banks.
The brown trout are hitting tiny flies, when your fly can avoid the floating dead leaves. I expect those leaves to be quite a problem from now until, well, Christmas.
But then, it is pretty out there surrounded by mountains as colorful as Grandmother's quilt.
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