As I sit in my flourescent office at 7:30 watching the crawling cars on Rt 128 I can feel the end of the season closing down in front of me like a cold brick wall. Where a month ago it was "so what if its raining and a 2 hr drive" now its "the hell with it - save the drive till tomorrow when its light out"
I find each Oct that despite the desire to get out and catch 1 last whatever, the realities of the season slow me down and help bring the season to a close for me.
Sure I'll be on the water by 11 or so tomorrow, rain or shine, but a month ago, it would have been 6.
There's so few weekends left now where you can assure yourself of catching fish...