The fall run that wasn't, but kind of was
When people that don't fish get all fired up for pumpkin lattes, apple picking, and different colored leaves, I get amused because of the fishing that I know is about to happen. I've been waiting a while for it. When it's time to blow out the irrigation and disconnect the hose for the first overnight temps in the low 30's, I find solace in a cold snap igniting the bass bite off the beach. The first set of Christmas lights I see, that feeling kicks in, one I dread. It hits
