For me, the coming of September brought sad thoughts when I was growing up. For one thing, it meant an end to my delightful stay at our family’s summer home, where I could fish, stalk flying insects, and hunt frogs. It also meant that it would be the last month to fish for trout until the following April, as you then weren’t permitted by law to target trout in the offseason, even if you fully intended to release the fish. Of course, it also meant the start of school, a dreadful realization indeed.
