When the streamside trees change from grey and brown to green you know it is the end. I for one am glad it is over. These fish are beat up, and the water temps in the Lake Erie tributaries are getting to an uncomfortable level. Time to concentrate on smallmouth bass. It is my favorite time of the year.
The last one of the season. This was caught while targeting smallies.
It just got in the way.
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The rivers are becoming less crowded. I was on the water this morning and had a half mile stretch of water all to myself. It seems as though the majority of steelhead fishermen don’t have the same enthusiasm for chasing river smallies. I’m sure they are fishing for something, whether it is walleye, muskie or catfish. For me, I will just enjoy the solitude the rivers can offer for the next four months.
Go out and fool a fish!
