For FishingMagician.com, I'm Eric Granstrom. As a kid, I don't remember fishing in the fall very much. Seems we'd slip from the sun-kissed days of August into the brilliance of fall with more preparation for the cold months ahead than having a lot of play time. We'd spend day after day dragging an old, Dodge truck bed converted into a trailer behind our old, Ford tractor on the "wood roads" freshly cleared of berry vines and alder shoots in search of firewood. Before long, September would abruptly interrupt our days with school and our nights with schoolwork. Weekends for me were spent breaking up the beaver dams on the property so our driveways didn't flood and maybe having time to jump-shoot ducks in the surrounding swamps. If Dad didn't have breakdowns on equipment that needed weekend repairs, we'd squirrel away a Sunday morning for a duck hunt out in the flats along the dikes in Skagit County. And when deer season came, we were full-on in hunt mode. It was an excused absence in my school district if you shot a deer on the way to school in the morning. Oh how times have changed! Until next time, Good Fishing!