Reminiscing about flies gone by

The author didn’t catch anything on opening day 2013 on Furnace Brook in Cornwall. Trout season can’t come again fast enough. Photo by Patrick L. Sullivan

The best trout I caught in 2013 was on the Neversink River in Claryville, N.Y. People I know actually own the pool where the east and west branches of this legendary river come together. The 20-something-inch brown that finally took my plain Jane ordinary mid-gray wet fly was hanging around just downstream in a series of deep holes created by rip rap installed by the home­owner to keep the house from washing away.

This might sound like bragging. Well, it is. The Neversink is heavily posted until you get to public water below the reservoir, and it’s a shame.

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