I’ll face it. I have absolutely zero control over my fly fishing addiction. I skipped work and chores and hit the water again today with Bob. It was a full on search for muskellunge but once more we came up empty handed. Perhaps it was too nice of a day – 59° and sunny.
I shouldn’t say empty handed. Though the smallmouth bass of northern Wisconsin tend to be hunkered down in the deep river holes for winter by mid-October, I managed to find two of my favorite fish. This one could be my last till next year. But you never know. . . .