There's been a chill in the air for a few weeks now. The leaves had started changing from green to gold. The light in the evening has a new, warmer glow to it. It's the final days of summer.
Our Indian summer started a day or two ago and is expected to last a week. It's the last, final fight that summer is putting up.
But we're all sick of her.
We're sick of the rivers reaching the 70s.
We're sick of watching lethargic and dead trout.
We're mostly sick of her starving us of rain.
We're sick of summer.
We took a day to catch our brownies all colored up before the real chill in the air and the spawn begins. It was nice to visit them and notice their decorative colors and feel their feisty spirit at the end of your rod.
There’s something special to me about the brown trout. I’ve always found them more fascinating than the other species. I don’t really know why. There’s just something about them.
I hope they get a good, cold fall. I hope they are undisturbed during the spawn. I hope people take the time to look where they’re walking. I hope that next year I’ll have a whole new generation of browns to be infatuated with.
I hope summer leaves us be so all the magic fall has to offer can finally take over.
Jacob is a fly fishing guide with a passion for conservation and brook trout. He is an accomplished rod builder and restorationist.
Jillian is an outdoor photographer and blogger, using her voice for Public Lands and Cold Water Conservation. She specializes in trying to out fish jacob whenever she puts the camera down.