I could have spent the day raking those leaves that continue to blow over onto my lawn from the neighbors oak trees, curse those bloody trees; but I didn't.
I could've went out on the Farmington River for the day and joined the masses of people who like myself had the day off and wanted to tangle with a trout or two. The day prior a few of my friends mentioned the river was pretty crowded; but I didn't.
Instead I decided to break out the glass rod, strap it to my backpack and head out with a friend on a hike to a small blue line, and hopefully touch a few of those wily little natives that I cut my teeth on as a kid. I can't think of a better way to spend a mild wet day in November, and I am thankful that I made the right choice.