This has been a strange summer for me. I’ve been working more and fishing less; this isn’t a trend I want to continue. Then again, summers have always been a little weird to me. I know this is far from the majority opinion, but summer is my least favorite season.
First of all, its just too damn hot. You can add layers in the winter, but there are only so many layers you can remove in the summer. Lately, we’ve been far short on rain. I realize that with world-class tailwaters like the South Holston just up the hill and more miles of brook trout streams than I’ll ever be able to fish in every direction, I shouldn’t be complaining. I’m just saying I usually spend all summer waiting for fall.
Fall brings grouse season, steelhead trips north, and redfish trips east. Cold mornings mean big fish on the tailwaters and colored-up brookies. It means all of the things for which I wait around all summer, and I’m counting down the days.
Maybe I’m doing this backwards, but I’m ready to be cold again.