Finding myself along one of my favorite streams as fall fast approaches I took the chance to get an hour-or-so on the water. With multiple priorities pulling me in different directions an hour was about all that I had. Better an hour on good trout water than no time at all. The rush to gear up at the truck was obvious as I hurried to beat the clock of life, but catching myself I slowed things down a bit. Too much of a hurry where fly fishing is involved never seems to work out well from my experiences.