This is about as late in the day as I’ve ever posted on the site. But it’s happening because the family and I have been in the woods of New Hampshire since this morning.

It’s a remarkably mild fall, and we were able to enjoy a beautiful White Mountain autumn without jackets or mittens.

Similarly, the trout were willing to play along. I only fished for about an hour, and many feisty brookies came to hand. Each of the boys got into fish – including the middle guy’s first trout.

A late post for a late fall day. Enjoy: I did.