It was a fairly hot day in late October and casting into a river of floating leaves on a windy day wasn't the best of options. Nevertheless it beat the heck out of sitting at the tying bench and just dreaming of hooking up with one of the five pounders that had been stocked by the Fish and Game folks a few weeks previously. Slowly navigating my way through a mass of river side thorn brush and between various discarded glass bottles and other trash took a high level of concentration just too finally reach riverside. Now what kind of fur, feathers and lord knows what else would be the ticket for this ride?