One Last Trip, I Mean It This Time!
I thought I was done for the year, but when my sister and her boyfriend came out to visit from Utah I figured I'd give it one last trip. We hit a spot by my parents' house just to get our lines wet before dinner. We caught a few largemouth, talked about past fishing trips around the world, and regrets about not fishing other places when we had the chance. It wasn't a bountiful trip, but it was a terrific end to the season; filled with nostalgia and inspiration for next year to get me through the winter.