The Dog Days of August are over! Like a lovely who says yes, a trout rises to my fly. Ah, sweet bliss! Now, that the new cooling brings the bugs out, eagerly awaited by the trout and myself. No more coy behavior, no more lockjaw. Now, they become voracious – the little ones leaping out of the water to snatch the hovering mayflies out of the air. The trout is a jewel, like a hummingbird or orchid. I slip it back into the water, regretting somewhat that I inconvenienced it. But I’ll do it again.