It was a beautiful day with feelings of fall in the air as I slipped my canoe into the chilly water. Last Thursday at nine-thirty in the morning, the crisp air suggested a sweatshirt. The days of T-shirt and shorts were numbered. With urgent strokes, I pushed my vessel down the green water occasionally startling a school of crappie minnows all jumping at once to escape a perceived danger. There was danger present. Occasionally, a large bass breached the water in an attempt to make breakfast of one or more of the school members.