Cool early mornings quickly thaw into hot days.
The stir of harvest dust and smoke of distant wildfires hang in the air.
Drive-thru breakfasts and a quick drive to the river.
Grasshoppers shake off the morning dew.
Freight-train shaped trout reveal themselves as they rise confidently to the surface.
This is fly fishing on the prairies as I know it.
AUGUST & EVERYTHING AFTER