I’ve been holding back on writing up fishing trips this season, save the monthly trip to the local trout water. I wanted to save something for the cold of winter.
It was a good year. Maybe not epic by the definition of some, more back roads and brook trout than monster fish on name-brand streams. It’s the kind of fishing I like, though- out there off the beaten path, in the places few others see.
Ten more streams visited, from tumbling mountain creeks to placid, turbid, high plains rivers. Smallmouth bass and panfish, cutthroats, brookies, browns and rainbows. That puts sixty-four in the bag…and I’m looking forward to more.