Most years I'm dreading the end of summer. The 3rd week of august always shows the first signs of fall around here, and this year was no different. The schizophrenic weather patterns return, and we're as liable to have 90 degrees heat as snow. Hopper fishing is waning and fall bugs aren't quite motivated to do anything yet. With all the changes I think for the first time I'm ready for it to just start dumping snow and reset for next year. Here's to El Nino making it to the rockies and loading us up for a good 2016.