The fishing options around the Upper Delaware Region are improving. Over the last few days, our guides have been able to head out with guests and fish streamers, dry flies and nymphs. Based on the current week’s weather forecast, this trend should continue.
For most of the summer, people have been seen seeing monarch butterflies in almost every favorable habitat, whether it be a field, on public land, or your own garden. Also, many eggs have been observed being laid by female monarchs, as well as larvae, with their distinctive banding, as they feed on milkweed plants.
Most of the former fields and pastures of our old farm here in French Woods, NY, haven’t been cut for about 20 years. The fields are overgrown and wild. Willow, and aspen and pine trees have sprung up. Hedges of hard hack and berry and rose bushes prevail.
Rumor has it that Labor Day is just around the corner, but I’m having a hard time accepting that as anything other than “fake news.” Last I looked, there were fireworks lighting up the sky and the lazy, hazy days of summer stretched out in front of us, beckoning with promises of fireflies and barbeques, tubing on the river and sultry afternoons
On Saturday, September 1, 2018, two veterans of the Civil War will be honored after a century and a half.
If you answered affirmatively to the question posed in the title of this column, you are not alone. Frankly, fungi are fascinating, not only for their ecological, medicinal and culinary properties, but also for the multitude of interesting forms in which they appear.
If we can speak of such a thing as an American “national psyche,” then I don’t think anyone—right, left or center—would even try to pretend that ours is in any sense healthy at the moment.
There are scads of reasons to love my job. Among them are the incredible opportunities I have to attend a wide variety of fantastic events being held at any given moment, scattered throughout the Upper Delaware River region.
This early photo of the Delaware & Hudson Canal near Tryon Street in Honesdale demonstrates why it took seven to 10 days for a boat to travel to Rondout (Kingston) on the Hudson River after being loaded with anthracite coal from Northeastern Pennsylvania to market in New York City.
This story is about the little sulphur May fly, Ephemerella dorothea, and all of the frustration it seems to create for Catskill anglers. But before I tackle that dilemma, it would be good to discuss all the flies that are called sulphurs.