Word on the street is it's hopper season in the Driftless. I wouldn't know, since I haven't had a fly rod in my hand in over two months. Instead, I get to hear tails of trout making splashy takes for foam hopper patterns and big, bushy stimulators. With just over a month before my due date, it's not my pregnancy that's kept me off the water or the fact that my waders probably don't fit anymore. I just haven't been able to escape work.