This morning on our walk Argy and I heard a loud tapping in a dead maple tree. We looked up and saw a Pileated Woodpecker working on the tree. We stood for a while 
and watched as he worked intently. After a few minutes I wished for my camera and Argy responded, “Go get it. Worst case he is gone when you come back.”
One of my early memories of fishing was a trip to a small pond in October loaded with pickerel that were eager to bite on our lures. I have no idea how many we caught or even what lure we used so long ago but I clearly remember catching lots of them. Over the last few days the number of pickerel clients have been bringing to the boat has been on the rise. But yesterday was a day like I remember from (dare I say) forty years ago.
The weather today was perfect. A clear blue sky without a cloud, little breeze, high temperature right around 70, fall color is really starting to show in the trees. A brilliant red maple here and there sprinkled onto the green hillsides.
