| The Perfect October: A Photo Essay |
| By Tom Bie |
| Friday, 14 November 2008 00:00 |
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It actually began in late September, with a couple steelhead on the Grande Ronde and a huge win by Oregon State over USC. The fish:
The Fly
The Flat:
The camp:
The Candidate:
The River:
The Mountain:
The Man:
After that it was off to the Midwest, to fish the fabled waters of Michigan and Indiana:
And what October is complete without a trip to Baja for a rooster:
The End. (Cue cheezy, cliche, sunset-shot music.)
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Dear prospective southern Indiana resident:
You would hear the hum of the dirt track four miles from your house on Friday nights. The sound would somehow travel all that way through the absurd continental humidity. It would be eighty five degrees at ten p.m. You would sit on the porch and drink beer and suffocate.