Rainbrown.

This past year I’ve noticed something… Of all the things to be aware of, I’ve noticed my attitude change—really. Small, subtle changes that at times have caught me off guard, and other times I’ve embraced as an epiphany or just taken in stride. Growth or regression? Don’t answer that. Let’s face it: the more you fish, the better you get—or should, I hope. Also, it's the thrill of the hunt, as opposed to getting off on beating up a pod of stockers that just got planted. Let’s

October—autumn—golden aspen reveal jagged spruce, willow, and cottonwood already showing their change. Dampness hangs in the air. The sun’s warmth seems not so everlasting and much more appreciated as the days are noticeably shorter, which gives me a sense of urgency. Urgency that the green grass at my feet will soon be covered in white. Above 9,000 ft, the peaks already show what’s to come. And with the white comes the dark. An anticipated time of predictions was lofting abo