A look back at a trip to Yellowwood that was unposted in 2018. It's breezy and the oaks by the boat ramp are flinging their acorns into the water like buckshot. I determine that acorns do not float. Fallen leaves are drifting on the riffles. Fall colors are popping out along the shoreline, and the bluegill and rock bass eagerly take a dry fly.
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