A look outside this morning found a good solid frost awaiting all the early risers in my neighborhood. Didn't bother taking any pictures of my neighbors scraping windshields. Instead, I settled into the first pot of hot coffee. My soul reminded me that on mornings like this, it prefers coffee to scraping windows. I pondered on where did my time go this Summer and Fall.
The last time I was on the water and enjoy some fishing was early in July. Reading my previous post will enlighten those that don't know what has happened since then. Making "Family First" makes for a good feeling in Gramps soul..................... No fishing, but, did have some time to tie a little at my vise. Nothing spectacular or new for that matter, but, satisfying for me. In this manner, I was sort of able to keep fishing in the back of my mind. However, time has come for me to get a balance on life again! Even if it is fairly late in the fishing year, it is time for me to focus on what fishing means to me. I came across a couple of pieces of wisdom that kind of sparked the fire again. I wanted to share them with my readers and see if they spark your interest, too.
With that, I feel my casting arm beginning to limber up and a Wooly Bugger about to jump from my box ready to give the local trout a go. Stocked Rainbow Trout do serve a purpose!