This is one of those fall weekends where you can have trouble finding a place to park along the more popular stretches of the Upper Sac and McCloud, only this time, the hordes are arriving just in time to meet the first hard weather of the fall:



That's how it is. You're getting ready to head north for your favorite fly fishing trip of the year, and somewhere upstairs an entity throws a few levers and pushes a few buttons and suddenly some blogger is writing an article warning you to bring your cold-weather gear, but to come anyway because it shouldn't rain enough to blow out anything.

Naturally, the first nasty weather of fall tends to light up the fly fishing a bit, and cloudy, drizzly days can do wonders for the BWO hatch, though clearly, I'd rather not share the wonder of my favorite BWO runs.

It's the kind of thinking that qualifies a lot of fly fishermen as hypocrites; we're happy as hell when everyone else has a good time on the river, but we're happier when it doesn't intrude on our good time.

See you on the river (maybe), Tom Chandler.