It's been a week of predictions gone wrong. I had images of olives for some trips and streamer rigs for others. All hopes were crushed by the unpredictable nature of fall fishing. When Mom Nature deals the cards, you play your hand the best you can. We threw streamers when I thought we would be fishing tiny parachutes. We nymphed where I thought we would rip streamers. It all worked out due to open minds and using multiple techniques.
At one time I predicted the days trip the night before. Some days I was on the money. Most days I was not even close. After many seasons on the water I came to the conclusion that I really don't know shit. Pay attention. Take what the river gives you and be thankful.
Just go.