A look back at an unposted trip to Yellowwood in 2018. October shakes itself out, the woods thin. Little bluegill want meals as big as themselves. A bass comes out of the shrinking weeds. Spiders are in all the vegetation: they walk along your hat brim and then walk on water to climb back on the tube for another go. The evenings are mellow and loud with the songs of insects. You wish it would never end.
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