Ramblings of a Catskill Flyfisher
Sulphurs in the mist

I’m not sure whether it was the summer of 1989 or 1990, when my friend Bill and I began to fish together. I do remember that we purchased an RV at the end of May in 1989. We kept it at Oxbow …

Fishing the river with Bead Head Nymphs

I always considered myself a pretty good fisherman, fly or otherwise. That conclusion came after years of fishing worms and assorted spinning lures in all types of water, from tiny brooks to the main …

Night on the Camp Pool

There are times when I have to remind myself that sometimes there are pools that, upon initial observation, are actually better than they appear. That is exactly what happened when we moved our …