Flashback: October 3, 2018

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.

All Good Things Come To An End

Just four days after the last trip I make it back to Yellowwood. One day left in the sweet month of August and signs of fall are declaring themselves. The fishing is slow but I fool a couple bluegill--and one little pumpkinseed who I shoot through the air with a yank meant for a bigger fish.

At the dam, alas, the hatch seems to have played out. Only a few splashes up by the weeds. I try to squeeze out as much as I can of what's left but get only three hookups in 45 minutes. Two of those come undone, and the one I bring in is a baby.

All good things come to an end. You can count on that, too.