and green, canoe.
We did some farm work first, pickup of three-quarters of a mile of irrigation pipe, stack and tie down. Then cut enough old elm for the woodstove in the barn to heat the upcoming pheasant season. Then fell another dying elm, top and mulch the branches for the young grape vines. That's what the tractor is doing, running the chipper/shredder. My forearms were sore for days, I'll blame bucking a chainsaw and not the fly casting.
Felt we'd earned a few hours fishing and headed up into the hills.
You don't really need a canoe for this pond, but it does let you sneak up on the bank feeders from an unexpected angle.
The prairies fall a bit short of fall spectacle. On the other hand the brookies had all the colors we wanted to see.
I had to wear my fleece of many colors trying to keep up, think it wasn't quite enough.
It is a poor fall without catching a few gaudy brookies in full spawning panopoly, glad we managed it this year.
