The air was cool and dry--the first time it really felt like fall. The smell of woodsmoke drifted over from the fire pit across the way.
Occasionally he switched up his lure to find the one the fish liked best.
John continued to fish until he was sure he wasn't quitting too soon, and...
the mosquitos began to bite more often than the fish.
(Photographed last Friday evening at Pelican Point Boat Slips in Matagorda, Texas)