Clearly no one had a chance this month to compete with my burger and onion rings picture.
So, to level the playing field and make it more competitive, I will remove that probable winning picture from the competition and submit this one instead. I call it "fishing the evening hatch" because even though I couldn't see my fly on the water, they were still rising. Who can leave at such a time, even if you are just setting the hook when you see or hear a rise in the general vicinity of where your fly should be? Taken Thanksgiving weekend, strong winds, temps just above freezing.