Each day it builds as the days progress. We tend to observe things differently, however. Wrapped up in our lives, we don't see the subtle cues. Instead there is an marked event or an observation that makes us realize the transition has occurred, past tense, done. However, fall does not arrive with a turn of the calendar page.
|Gray skies and blue fish|
Summer slowly yields to crisp mornings. Fishing at sunrise is no longer painfully early. Each day is a grab bag of opportunity. Old cliches ("find the bait, find the fish") ring true.
Fall is the harvest time, and many cultures celebrate this time of plenty. The sub-culture of fishermen is no different. There are striped bass, false albacore, fall trout, salmon and steelhead to be had. Enjoy.