Shit. Summer is over. Snow has been falling, and the leaves on the trees are starting to boom with color. This change in the air means its time to start thinking about, and gearing up for winter. But not before milking the last of the beautiful days that the month of september tends to offer. On a gin clear river tucked away in a deep sandstone canyon, I noticed that the trout were gearing up for winter. I was fishing a grasshopper, which some of the bigger trout recognize as a highly beneficial late season meal. Unless of course that grasshopper is attached to my line, which is not quite as beneficial.