Fish are busy in fall. They’ve got things to do, baitfish to eat, and more comfortable living quarters to find before winter. It’s a time of year when everything is on the move; ’tis the season of migration. That journey might be local, simply transplanting fish from one part of the lake to another. Or it might push fish along hundreds of miles of coastline, ending a fierce bite in one state and kicking it off in another. But the odometer reading for any journey is irrelevant. What matters to anglers is that at some point in autumn, Mother Nature will flip the switch, and those crappies, trout, redfish, or pike will no longer be found at whichever summer haunt had been treating you so well. This shift can make fall one of the most frustrating times of year. But hit it right, and it can also be the most glorious.