Ah, Labor Day. A time to eat meat, stop wearing white, and generally avoid contemplating the checkered past of our country when it comes to industry.

For fly fishers, it is the real and present reminder that fall is around the corner. So long, hot days. Adios, leaving the trout (mostly) alone.

For fly fishing writers, it is a chance to not spend too much time in front of the keyboard and  put the better parts of the three major food groups (pork, beef, and pork/beef sausage) on the smoker.

Have a great day, fish if you must, and remember not to spell labor with a “u.”