My small stream season here in Wisconsin closed 30 September and
doesn't open again until the first saturday in March. I just couldn't
stand it. My buddy Rick Ingle and I took off to Iowa. We managed about a dozen
each. A mixture of browns and bows.



The fog coming off of the small stream we fished just before day break.


It scratched the itch.

But....There is no place like Home.

Nice photo len,i often see this when i am out early morning on the other side of the world from you.

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When the bugle sounds The last parade
and the light grows dim in the eye,
Make sure you say at the pearly gates
That you've come for the evening rise.