It’s that brilliant time of the year. Fall is a season of transition for people, climates, and my favorite, the animals. This is the time when age old symbols of the coming harshness of winter ignite the rut for deer hunting, send many of the fowl in differing directions, the salmon and steelhead start to run up river pending the right flows, life is good and beautiful and in a hurry. No better all around season for a sportsman.
Most midwest outdoorsman are putting down the rod and reel for the bow and gun as the leaves change. I grip harder to the rod and reel than any other time and for good reason; with the runs from the Lake Erie tribs not quite at peak numbers, atleast not enough for a two hour drive, it’s still October so I have (generally) a month of downtime before I’m heading east to the chrome packed streams. But October is my month for incredible violent takes, splashing tailfins, and beautiful wading; it’s time to target northern pike.
--Here’s a short shot over a day and half of fishing for those toothy rascals