Fall fishing?

We'd hoped to do more fly fishing this year, especially after our amazing time spent in Idaho, fishing the South Fork and Henry's Fork. But once back home there was a flurry of family time, helping Natalie and Anton get ready to head back to Australia after nine months in America. And pruning. And mowing pastures. And dinner with friends, the wine crush, and wine release parties. And repairing the wood stove before winter comes.

And then there was the rain. Buckets of it, falling day after day after day. Grey skies washed with water that looked never-ending. It did... finally. And then came the cold winter winds and days that never made it out of the twenties. Brrrr...

One day I may be a rainy-day fisherman. But for now, I prefer that the water stay in the river with the fish.