Fall, or shoulder season as it is known here in Durango, is a time when fly shop staff and guides cut out to do some fishing of their own. With the busy season over, fewer trips lined up on the guide trip calendar, and those home maintenance projects nagging ; it is time say screw it all, I am going fishing. Football can wait, I am not too proficient at hunting, and I really don’t want to deal with that honey-do list right now.
If one thing holds true that I have learned from a few seasons of fishing; there are places that are not experienced the same if they are not experienced in fall. A quiet hike to a small stretch of water in a secluded valley, angsty fish preparing for the onset of winter, hillsides likened to strokes of unmixed oil color; I sometimes have to tell myself, “No this isn’t Rivendell”.
If you do get away in the next few weeks, make sure to have a good map, a brew or two, a good camera, and no definite plans. Oh, and make sure to have solid company; life is better experienced when experienced together.
Enjoy the photos…
