Dwindling

This bass season has been one of epic proportions. When I began kayak fishing, I never imagined the new world it would open up. I can fish more often, exponentially cheaper, and in areas previously untouchable. A week prior, my buddy and I had an epic day on the water . We went back to our fall honey hole in hopes to come close to repeating the events of that historic day in our fishing careers. Fall in Wisconsin is a bittersweet season. The trees are afire with their natural colors. Flocks of geese can be seen and heard overhead, heading south to avoid the frigid northern winter. The bass bite is amazing as they gain weight to store calories for the hard winter. However, as the temperatures drop, sounds of geese cease, and trees become bare, we are reminded temperatures of -30 degrees Fahrenheit are soon coming. The bitterness gets worse when the bass bite begins to dwindle. The morning started as a beautiful fall morning. ...