The deluge pounded away at the rain fly.
Then nothing, save for the occasional droplets coming off the branches above.
Summer had come to an end–Nature had signaled so.
Fickle, stingy and downright miserable are words you could use to describe the fishing; no surprise given how things went in the Spring.
Rather than let the negativity stew, I decided to focus on skill development over the past few months, specifically with the two-hander.
I did get some fishing done here and there, but for the most part, I’ve been going to “summer …