The Morning Report
Apples and walnuts are in fierce competition with the leaves to see who can fall first. The falling leaves provide color to the wind. The apples plop as they hit the water surface. The leaves silently glide from the air to the water.
The first fish of the day took the lure and danced on the water as if he were a fin filled Fred Astaire. In the process, he spit out the lure.
The next fish was not so talented. The brown was a keeper, but I was looking for something larger. So back he went, undoubtedly for more dancing lessons.
On the way back to the truck, it began to rain. The rain turned to a shower and I was rather wet. One taco bell lunch later, and I was ready to hit it again.
The next stream began with promise. As I walked up to the stream, a big brown saw me and swam off. He was around 2 feet long and as fat as a carp.
Mind you, I did not see him again. But I did spend a little time there, only to kick up lots of minnows, but no trout. So I moved on.
The next stop provided a foot long brown trout on the first cast. The next cast I hooked up with a larger fish. I was not sure how large. It would not jump, preferring to dive deep like some sort of German submarine.
I finally brought him to the surface. He saw me and ran for his life. The rod was bend and the reel was screaming. Finally, I landed the hook jaw. It was 20 inches long. Since it was shorter than the last big brown, I tossed it back.
Home for lunch now. A nap is in order.