The Morning Report.
40 degrees and falling leaves are irresistible to a trout fisherman.
So I yielded.
The second cast connected with what I thought was a smallmouth bass. He jumped a few times and I thought I had caught dinner for Mary.
But it turned out to be a trout that had never missed a meal.
The very next cast was a larger trout than trout number one.
A Canada goose sat on the shore providing much needed supervision. Actually, it was probably wounded and could not fly away. Whatever the case, the goose was resting and watching as I caught trout number 3.
I had just made the cast and the fish was on. It was a keeper, but it was not in my hands just yet. As I reeled it in, the luckiest trout in Wisconsin jumped one more time, snapping my line and swimming away.
On the way home, an apple fritter sized snapping turtle needed assistance crossing the road. I pulled over, picked it up and listened to it hiss at me until it was safely on the other side of the road.
The temps are dropping as fast as the leaves. Get away from civilization and interact with nature.
It will do you good.