After our trip to Newfoundland last summer, long trips did not seem to work with our schedules. So we hung out in Livingston Manor all summer, fall and winter and are still here now at the end of March. But what a wonderful place to hang out! Lots to do. I will lay it all out here for you.
Winter Hiking 2015
And then winter arrived. At first we did not get much snow, and our hiking continued. My usual buddies, Justine and Karen, joined me for several returns to our favorite places, such as Mongaup Pond. See photos at Winter Hiking 2015.
Snowshoeing and Cross Country Skiing 2015
Finally, winter really arrived, and then we got out our snowshoes and dug deep into the woods, often following snow mobile trails rather than breaking new ones. Also, I occasionally used my cross country skis, which served me well in this season. Our photos are at Snowshoeing and X C Skiing 2015.
Skiing at Belleayre 2015
On two separate days I also renewed my interest in downhill skiing, meeting my brother, Bob, on one day and my friend, Scott Woolsey, on another at Belleayre Ski Slope in the central Catskills for some beautiful skiing. Photos at Skiing at Belleayre 2015.
And then, the snows really came, again and again and again, and we had to shovel, plow and often rake the roof. So, here are some photos: Snow 2015.
And now we look forward to Spring, which is staggering out of the cold and no doubt will be with us one of these days!
Delaware River Fishing Fall 2014
In the course of the summer and fall I managed to fish with several fishing buddies as we were guided by my good friend and constant guide, Adrian LaSorte. In July, Don O’Mara and I spent a day together on the river floating with Adrian. Later in the summer, our son, Jack Shultz, joined Adrian and me for a “combo” day, trout plus small mouth bass, on the Delaware just upstream from Callicoon. Lastly, my buddy, Howard Braunstein and I did a float with Adrian that we believe was the best day ever on the river, with continuing hatches all day long and fish rising to our dry flies and countless fish to the boat, all released of course. See photos at Delaware River Fishing Fall 2014.
Fall Biking 2014
Summertime is always a great time for bicycle riding and we sure did a lot, often and far, and it was splendid. My hiking and biking buddies, Justine Sutherland and Karen Daguano, usually joined me and sometimes our son, Jack Shultz, as well. See photos at Fall Biking 2014. For my birthday on Sept. 14, Justine and I did a morning ride targeting two very steep hills. It was wonderful. Then, Sheila hosted my brother Bob and sister in law Mary for a grand lunch. See photos at Birthday 2014.
Fall Hiking 2014
As the seasons grew cooler, hiking expeditions supplanted our biking trips and we went to our favorite haunts, often with Justine and Karen, and often with Jack, and sometimes with Nancy Isseks as well. One time we hosted our good friends the Van Geels from Amherst MA for a hike up to the Beaver Meadow Leanto by Alder Lake. See photos at Fall Hiking 2014.
Salmon River 2014
In October, fishing buddy Andy Boyar and I traveled to Pulaski NY for two days of fishing on the Douglaston Salmon Run with our guide Adrian LaSorte. We were just a little early for the steelies, and so mainly tangled with huge king salmon, aka chinook. We each managed several of these bruisers, but missed our favorites, the steelheads. At last I was rewarded at the 11th hour with a fine fish, and the trip was complete. See photos at Salmon River 2014.
The following week, I made my annual pilgrimage to the Soque near Clarkesville, Georgia, and “Black Hawk” fishing stretch owned by John and Abby Jackson, who have become good friends since I first fished there in 2003. I was joined in my fishing by another good fishing buddy, Alex Reeves, and was guided by good friend, guide John Rice. We had the usual outstanding time fishing these wonderful waters. See photos at Soque 2014.
Chesapeake Fishing 2014
Later that month and in early November, Jack and I made two trips to the Chesapeake where we fished for striped bass, also called “rock fish.” First, I spent a day with Bernie Dormer, long time fishing buddy who lives in Salisbury MD and life long fishing buddy, Walt Rodgers, fishing out by Smith and Tangier Islands. The following day, I joined Jack at the home of Aaron Alter in Christchurch VA, on the western shore of the Chesapeake for a most productive day of fishing. Jack and I returned the following weekend for two more days for which we gratefully thank Aaron, who guided us around these lovely waters on his Boston Whaler. Great time! See photos at Chesapeake Fishing 2014.
Winter Fun 2014
folks reviled the winter, but not I, as I really love snow and cold weather and
managed a goodly amount of cross country skiing and snow shoeing, and sometimes
just plain hiking. My outings usually
included one more good friends, including Justine Sutherland and Karen
Daguano. Enjoy photos from these by
clicking Winter Fun 2014.
Spring Fun 2014
spring progressed, we did a lot of hiking, mostly with a variety of hiking
buddies, including son, Jack. I share
photos from these many outings and you can see them by clicking on Spring Fun 2014.
April my fishing buddy, Dr. Bernie Dormer, and I repaired to Andros Island
and fished for three days out of Mangrove Cay lodge, a very fine place to stay
with excellent guides. Needless to say,
we had a splendid time and enjoyed our frequent encounters with the Bahamas’ fabled
bonefish, and Bernie even tangled with a large barracuda, lucky Bernie. The Bahamas is always a grand
treat. Click on Andros
May saw me join long time fishing buddy Sebastian O’Kelly at “Baja Joe’s” in
Ventana, Baja Sur, Mexico for a week of fishing. We had hoped to pursue roosterfish, but their
favorite food, sardines, had not appeared and so neither had roosterfish, in
any numbers. We contented ourselves with
catching numerous dorado, aka dolphin fish, aka mahi mahi. Hardly a disappointment, these were splendid
fish, and an occasional one found its way into our boats for dinner, terrific
eating. I love this place, and the
people and the guides and our host, Garry Bulla was a most congenial
fellow. I will go back, for sure! To see photos, click on Baja
reached this exciting milepost this year and so we drove off to Hartford and met up with a group of her college classmates
from the University
of Hartford for two days
of fun and getting to know each other again.
Several of her close friends from college also returned, making the
event particularly pleasurable for her.
Our photos may be seen by clicking College
Delaware River Fishing
me, I got to fish the Delaware River several times this spring and summer,
mostly with Adrian LaSorte, one of my favorite guides and an old friend. I enjoyed the company of fishing buddies,
Howard Braunstein, Bernie Dormer, Ed Herman and Don O’Mara. More to come, as plans include another trip
on the Delaware
later this year. Click to see photos Delaware River Fishing 2014.
Fishing on the Brodheads
June, my good friend Dickson Despommier hosted me at his fishing club on the
Brodheads in Pennsylvania,
where we stalked wary trout and occasionally managed to entice one to take our
flies. Thank you, Dick! Two great days. See photos Brodheads
Livingston Manor’s Trout Parade 2014
again enjoyed Livingston Manor’s Trout Parade this June, and drove our RV,
“Happy Trails,” bearing large banners identifying the “Catskill Fly Fishing
Center & Museum” and our good friend, First Lady of Fly Fishing, Joan Wulff
sitting at the open back casting her fly casting teaching tool, the “Fly-O” for
the crowds to see. Thank you, Joan! Photos at Trout
June saw Sheila and me drive off in Happy Trails to Newfoundland for a planned three weeks of
fishing and touring. While I managed to
get in some good fishing at the beginning of the trip, Sheila soon came down
with a case of cellulitis and was hospitalized for 11 days with septic shock as
well. The doctors fought it off with
heavy doses of antibiotics, enough so she was able to ride home, while lying
down in the back, for further care. When
it rains, it pours. Just short of the Newfoundland ferry terminal,
she was awakened to discover a fire starting in the back of the RV. I managed to pull off and with the fire
extinguisher and the help of a bystander, put out the fire promptly, but with
some damage to the back of the vehicle, which was still drivable. We continued home and since have been getting
Sheila further care. Mercifully, she is
fairly well recovered now, though we are still looking at a number of related
health issues. For photos, click on Newfoundland 2014.
India for Three
early October, I left for three months in India,
seven weeks in total in the Andaman Islands fishing salt water and three weeks
in the north of India
fishing brown trout and mahseer. I returned
in late December, just in time for the holidays. I have broken down this expedition into bite
sized pieces and sorted photographs appropriately. I hope you enjoy!
immediately after I arrived in Delhi, I left
again, with Aaron Alter and his girlfriend, Maura Sinnenberg, for the five hour
flight to Port Blair, capital of the Andaman Islands. We directly took the ferry to Havelock Island, which was to be our base of
operations for all of our fly fishing in the Andamans. Port Blair is a well run, modern city with a
population of 110,000. It has beaches
and restaurants and hotels and a museum called the “Cellular Prison,”
originally a prison built by the British for “freedom fighters” of the 1800’s,
those pursuing independence for India. I have included a random set of photos so you
can get a flavor of the city, at India Port
Blair. On Havelock Island, we spent two weeks exploring the
various nearby islands, and found several favorite places to fish to which we
would often return. These included reefs
alongside islands with the following names:
Peel, Nicholson, Wilson,
John Lawrence, Henry Lawrence, South Button, Outram, Strait, English and
Neil. See photos sequentially at India First Andamans Week 1
and India First Andamans Week 2. Aaron has created a wonderful video that
captures our fishing in these enchanted isles and I invite you to view it (11
minutes) http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5onLXQ40bQ8. Angling Report: I have prepared, with help from Aaron, an extensive
description of our fishing in the Andamans and if you wish you may access it
Report Fishing Summary 2013.
in October, we flew back to Delhi
and spent a day shopping and touring, and then Aaron and I went on to the
north, by train and then by car, to Kuflon Basics, an eco-lodge I visited in
2012, near Uttarkashi. Photos of Delhi may be viewed by
clicking here: India Delhi.
the north, we made Kuflon Basics the base of our operations for the first half
of our activities. There, we spent
several days fishing first on the Palengaad, a tributary of the Bhagirathi, and
then Nachiketatal, a mountain top lake containing “mirror carp.” Then, joined by our other guests, Lindsay
Goodrich, Chaya Bogorad and Dara Hutchins, and our second guide, Suman Singh,
my friend from 2012’s travels, and Chad Malik, a convivial fellow who happened to
be in the neighborhood and whom we invited along, we all, with porters and
cook, hiked a total of 13 miles from an elevation of 5,500 to Dodital, a holy
lake, at 10,000 feet. First night we
spent at Agora, and were thrilled to dine at the table of Suman’s family. His mother, Chandra, prepared a fabulous meal
using traditional methods, with the help of his sisters, Punam and Maddhu, and
served us hungry travelers. We spent several
days at Dodital. During one of the days
I hooked and landed a very large number
of the lake’s colorful fish, some of which we kept in a live tank for transfer
to the valley below, to help the reestablishment of trout in that flood ravaged
stream. The second day, several of us,
Lindsay, Dara, Chaya, Chad
and I, with two porters Parveen and Katar, climbed 2,000 feet above Dodital to Darwa Pass
and enjoyed the view of many high peaks of the Himalayas. The next day, we all hiked the full 13 miles
back to the trailhead and taxied to Kuflon Basics. The next day was given to rest, but the
following day, we returned to Nachiketatal for more fishing. See photos at India North
Week 1 Palengaad and Nachiketatal and India North Week
1 Dodital and Darwa Pass.
all of our trout fishing and trekking to high elevations, we took cars to
Mussoorie, where I visited in 2012, and spent several days in that high
mountain town attending the Mussoorie Mountain Writers’ Festival. Lots of great presentations on mountaineering
and some on writing and history, and one evening they even had a rock and roll
concert! Our next move took us to the
tent camp Silver
Sands on the Ganges upstream from Rishikesh,
the famous holy city for Hindus and international yoga center. There we spent three days fishing for
mahseer, before departing for our return to Delhi. See photos at India North Week 2.
Return to Andaman
back in Delhi, we flew on to Port Blair for one
night and then took the ferry on to Havelock
Island where we would
stay for the next five weeks. There we
resumed our fly fishing and explorations of the magnificent Andaman
Islands. We also continued
to enjoy beautiful beaches, colorful reefs for snorkeling, excellent
restaurants, and a most intriguing foreign culture. As before, however, weather continued to
prevent us from fishing as much and in as many places as we wished. Indeed on Nov. 25, we were hit by a cyclone
that fortunately did not do as much damage as we had feared. See photos sequentially at India Andamans Return Week 1,
India Andamans Return Week 2,
India Andamans Return Week 3,
India Andamans Return Week 4
and India Andamans Return Week 5.
North to Alaska 2013
my week on the Bow River, I set out on my drive to Anchorage Alaska. As I progressed northwest, I passed
impressive mountains on many parts of the road, then Kluane Lake where in
Burwash Landing I visited Kulane Museum of Natural History, a really good
museum, most unexpected in that part of the world. Then I continued with the Wrangell-St. Elias
mountains on my left and finally into Alaska, stopping at Tok for the night,
and then on my 6th day of travel, instead of going right into
Anchorage I took an extra day and went to Chitina on the Copper River, across
the river and on another 60 miles to McCarthy.
In 1962, with four friends, we drove to Chitina, and there being no
bridge or road, crossed the river by boat and hiked over 60 miles into
McCarthy. What a hike, a lot longer than
we had planned as we had to go high in the mountains to ford streams, there
being no bridges. At that time, Kenny
Smith piloted us back form McCarthy, and also resupplied us on our hike and
later flew us to Tebay
Lakes for some
fishing. This time, in McCarthy, I took
a sight seeing flight, and witnessed the most impressive array of peaks and
glaciers I have ever seen. I also
learned that Kenny still lived in McCarthy, and so we had a reunion over coffee
and then at the museum where he serves on the board. Great to reconnect with Kenny and I do hope
we don’t lose touch again! We indeed are
kindred spirits, each with a long-loving wife and a spirit of adventure. See photos at North to Alaska 2013.
to Alaska! On July 14, I departed my dear Sheila and
Livingston Manor and all my friends and the countryside I love, and drove off
toward Alaska. I spent the first five days driving across
the U.S. and up through Wisconsin and Minnesota
and into North Dakota, and then up into Manitoba and thence across to Saskatchewan
and into Alberta, to Edmonton and then to Jasper. There I met Sharon Chartier and Judy Klassen,
two friends I met in Costa
We spent two days hiking, first down the Maligne River Canyon, next
taking the gondola to the top of Whistlers Mountain (so named after marmots,
who like to whistle) where we hiked the alpine meadows and looked for wild flowers,
and, finally toured Athabasca Falls, not far from Jasper. What a wonderful reunion and what a good time
we had together. Until next time, best
to you Judy and Sharon! See photos at Jasper 2013.
Bow River 2013
Jasper, I drove south, along the Icefields
Highway, through the dramatic Canadian Rockies,
seeing snowy peaks, and many glaciers. I
came over a pass and down to Bow Lake, the source of the Bow River,
fed by the Bow Glacier. Sheila and I,
with son Paul age 1, stayed in Num-Ti-Jah Lodge on the shores of Bow Lake,
in 1975. I continued on, by Lake Louise
and Banff and through Calgary
to Dalemead AB,
downstream about 30 miles from Calgary,
and to the North Bow Lodge. There I met
Michelle and Stu Wheeler and their daughter, Marla, and was welcomed to a most
hospitable environment, with good food and lodging. Also, I had a nice reunion with old friend
and fishing buddy Doctor Alex Reeves and guide George Beasley, with whom I
first fished about 10 years before on the Soque in Georgia, the state from which he
hales. George guided Alex and me for the
next six days, and, despite frequent contrary weather conditions, he introduced
us to many fine, and some very large, trout, mostly rainbows, plus a sprinkling
of browns. My best fish was a 24” brown,
caught with a size 10 Golden Stonefly imitation dry fly, on 3X tippet (6 lb.
test). What a lovely fish! George estimated this male to go 7-8
lbs. Thank you, George! And thank you, fish gods! See photos at Bow
Alaska at Kanektok
of the pinnacle trips of this year, I returned to the Kanektok
River in SW
Alaska for a 7 day (6 nights) float and camping fishing trip. Fellow anglers Walt
Rodgers, Dobby Burgett and Phil Shutler accompanied me, and
we met newlyweds, Chris and Emily Horne, joining us for their honeymoon (can
you believe it?). We were delighted to
join up with our guide friends from two years before, Theo and Hayden Copeland
and Dave Stelling. We met at the
Anchorage airport, flew to Dillingham, where we stayed at the Beaver Creek
B&B, and next morning flew charter to Lake Pigati, headwaters of the
Kanektok. From there we did a 100 mile
float to Quinhagak on the shore of the Bering Sea. First day, we hiked downstream in search of
grayling, but came up only with some Dolly Varden trout. Second day, we started our float, and Dobby
and I enjoyed fishing with Dave. Dobby
caught huge numbers of fish and I did ok. Third day, I fished with Walt Rodgers and enjoyed the guiding of Hayden, and
we managed to beat the all time record, boating a total of 192 fish, and the
six anglers managed to land more fish in one day than the guides had ever done
in 20 years, over 500 fish, mostly dollies.
Fourth day, I fished with Phil Shutler, and Phil had what he called the
best fishing day of his life, with his catching a lot of all kinds of
fish. Fifth day, I fished again with
Dobby and we had the pleasure of fishing with Theo as guide. This day Dobby
really lit up while I held my own. Sixth
day, Walt and I joined up again and caught a good number of silver salmon
(coho), to our mutual delight. Seventh
and last day, Phil and I again teamed up and hit hard on the silvers in the
morning as we approached the end of our trip, our charter from Quinhagak to
Bethel and then our commercial flight to Anchorage. Again, a great trip! Thanks to Theo, Hayden and Dave, and to my
fellow anglers. And thanks to my hosts
both before and after the trip, who welcomed me into their home for a number of
days and nights, Jim and Karen Jordan.
See photos at Alaska
at Kanektok 2013.
Alaska at Kenai 2013
day following my return from the Kanektok, I drove from Anchorage
to Kenai where I met up with guide Mike Adams, whom I met in Costa Rica in January. I had two delightful days of fishing with him
and other anglers on the Kenai. First
day, I was joined by Nelda Wray and Carol Ashton and Carol’s nephew, Matt. We had a good day catching dollies and
rainbows. The next day, Mike took Frank
Robinson and me to the lower end of Skilak
Lake, where the Kenai
flows out of the lake, and we fished for silvers. Again, I managed well, landing three silver
salmon and Frank on the spinning rod landed two. Thanks Mike, for two great days, and nice
fishing with all my fellow anglers. See
photos at Alaska at Kenai 2013.
Alaska Highway South
the Kenai Peninsula, I headed out of Alaska
and on south through the Yukon, by Lake Kluane
and the Wrangell-St. Elias Range, through Whitehorse, then off on the Cassiar
Higway south through northern British Columbia and finally on into the state of
Washington and out on the Olympic Peninsula where I stopped at Smitty’s Island
Retreat RV near Fort Flagler, just across the bay from Port Townsend. See photos at Alaska Highway South.
resting for a day, I met with my friend, Bob Triggs, and he then guided me to a
delightful day of fishing for steelhead and salmon in the salt water. We enjoyed exploring a channel in the morning
and another area in the evening. Fishing
was slow as witness the one little steelhead I landed. Bob and I each hooked and lost a pink
salmon. Thank you, Bob! You are a generous host. See photos at Olympic Peninsula 2013.
Snake River 2013
next drove to Idaho to the home of friends,
Harley and Kathy Reno, in Rigby Idaho. The as always greeted me most warmly and
hosted me to an assortment of wonderful meals and companionship. Harley took me and his friend Ron Scott in
his drift boat for a float on the South Fork of the Snake
River and continued his instruction in his very particular method
of fishing. Thank you Harley! Thank you Kathy! I will be back, if you will have me. See photos at Snake
Libby MT is 450 miles north and
there I went next. I spent two
delightful days fishing this far northern river, with guide Jeff
Pavlovich. We managed a great number of
strikes, a good number of hook ups, and an acceptable, well, impressive, number
of landings. The second day we fairly
lit up the river, with perhaps 100 eats of the stonefly imitation we were
offering the fish, and I was rewarded with a mini grand slam, rainbow,
cutthroat, cut-bow, brown and brook trout, all in the same day on the same
stretch of river. Jeff was a great guide
and shared the innovative fly patterns some of which he has developed, Black
Bug, Johnnie Walker, Freddie, Barrett’s Cricket. For photos, click Kootenai
Johnson had guided for Bob Jacklin for 25 years. My family and I fished with him back when he
first started. I enjoyed a return with
him to the Madison,
floating 12 miles to Story Ditch, and using a moth imitation or a hopper always
with one of Bob Jacklin’s ants dropping off.
The fish liked the ant best but often would strike at either the moth or
the hopper. This was another action
filled day, with many good fish brought to the boat. Mark was a grand companion for the day. See photos at Madison
Yellowstone Park 2013
year I look forward to spending a day fishing with the legendary Bob Jacklin in
and around West Yellowstone, usually in the
park. This year was no exception. We had a remarkable fish filled day mostly on
the upper Yellowstone, and finished up with a short visit to the Madison in the park, but
found it too warm to fish. Thank you
again, Bob! See photos at Yellowstone Park 2013.
West Yellowstone, after my great day in the Park with Bob Jacklin, I drove to Fort Smith and the
tailrace Bighorn fishery. There I fished
two days. First day, I fished for the
first time with Beau McFadyean, Jim’s son, and a superb guide in his own right. I was delighted to have Doug McClelland join
me for this day, even though Doug suffered mightily with a summer cold. The day yielded a good number of wonderful
fish. Next day, I fished with his
father, Jim, and a new friend, Jack Krause, whom I met at the Cottonwood
Campground. Jim provided us with another
productive and fun filled day, and even gave us a fierce thunder storm. Both days black caddis abounded and that was
the go-to fly, and so we enjoyed a lot of dry fly fishing and less “bobber fishing.” See photos at Bighorn
Clark Fork 2013
Fort Smith, I drove back to the northwest, to
the lower Clark Fork, and there I met my
friend and guide from last year and prior years, John Wilcox. Our first day, we floated the Clark Fork from
Big Eddy to below Superior, and caught lots of rainbow, brown, cutthroat and
cut-bow trout, some with good size, all using stonefly imitations. We returned the next morning and encountered
several more lovely brown trout as they sipped on floating triocos. Lovely spot, and thanks, John! See photos at Clark
Secret Place Number 4 2013
second day, John took me to a secret spring creek. There we waded up the stream until we found
rising fish and then attacked! We lost
two, and then landed a 23” hen brown, a lovely old lady, who had been sipping
tricos and could not resist my hopper imitation floating into her mouth (after
about 8 casts into the understory of the giant bush over the water!). Next, we picked up an 18” brown from under
the tree as well. Then, we moved
upstream, found another bush overhanging the water and managed to coax out a
lovely 18” rainbow from there. After
that? Well, the fish just up and quit,
not another rise for then next two hours, and so we also quit. What a wonderful day! Fabulous!
I want to do it again! Thanks,
John! See photos at Secret Place Number 4 2013.
Missoula, I drove east to Craig MT on the Missouri and met Austin
Lowder, guide friend from several years.
As his secret rivers were currently closed due to low water conditions,
we did a float on the Missouri,
from Pruitt to Cascade, a longish but productive ride. During the day, I managed to hook, land, lose
and miss a great number of very large brown and rainbow trout. We have few photos as Austin is concerned to return the fish to the
water quickly, for their health.
Size? Well I landed and also lost
several that were 20 inches, and more.
We got a photo of one 20 incher.
See photos at Missouri 2013.
Secret Place Number 5
my great float on the Missouri with guide Austin Lowder, I headed
south, to Dillon, and there met a new friend and guide, Brent Taylor and his
wife, Jen. They welcomed to their home,
fed me, introduced me to three generations of English setters, Red and Pearl, parents to Blue,
and Grover, puppy of Blue. Brent took me
to Secret Place Number 5, a private spring creek that he has permission to fish. There we encountered a good number of very
large brown trout and some rainbows.
First off we managed to coax a 24” brown to take the dropper off our
hopper and successfully landed and photoed this beauty. See photos at Secret Place Number 5.
Secret Place Number 6
day, my birthday, on which I reached the age of 73, Brent took me to another
secret place, Secret Place Number 6, and there we again met up with a series of
gargantuan trout, and some even stayed long enough to smile for the
camera. Thanks, Brent and Jen, for two
days of marvelous hospitality and huge fish, just what a birthday should
be. See photos at Secret Place Number 6.
Secret Place Number 7
Dillon, I drove north, well beyond Helena, and
there I met Austin Lowder, with whom I had floated the Missouri several days earlier. Austin
treated me to two days of wade fishing on Secret Place Number 7 (same as prior
year, with different name). First day,
he and I hiked a total of 9 river miles, catching lots of big fish, his count
was 10 fish over 20 inches. Our second
largest was 24” and the largest 25” and probably the best trout of my fishing
in Montana. What a hoot!
Second day, the fish gods were not as kind as the little fish had come
out to displace the large ones. We hiked
another stretch, this time 5 river miles, and caught some nice fish, but none
like the previous day’s. As always,
thanks to Austin,
a fabulous guide, for taking me to huge trout, once again. See photos at Secret Place Number 7.
Blackfoot Canyon 2013
my two days with Austin, I drove south, to
Livingston, and there met with Roman Moser and his wife, Connie, both from Austria. Roman is a highly innovative fly fisherman
and a long term friend of mine. We had
agreed to fish together for the week, while Connie remained in their rental in Livingston. Roman
and I drove from Livingston to Missoula
and stayed at the local KOA. Next
morning, John Wilcox picked us up and drove us to the upper Blackfoot, which
was opening that day, for the first time in several weeks. There we launched his drift-boat and did a
float of about 6 miles, through the Blackfoot
Canyon. I had done this float the year before and
thought it a most beautiful area to fish, as well as productive. I managed to hook and land a very large
number of fish, with my dropper off a hopper imitation. I also lucked into a 23” rainbow wade fishing
in a side channel. Roman, with his
superior skills, managed to catch the first and last fish. Thanks, John, for a great day! See photos at Blackfoot Canyon 2013.
Rock Creek 2013
day after our Blackfoot
Canyon, Roman and I
explored Rock Creek for a few hours. The
fish were willing and many, though not huge.
We each wade fished a few hundred yards apart and both caught and
released many fish, browns, rainbows and cutthroats. I want to return to this lovely stream. See photos at Rock
Holter Dam 2013
our fishing on Rock Creek, Roman and I drove east to Wolfe Creek on the Missouri and then
upstream to Holter Dam, where we camped for the night. We met up with another fishing buddy, Charlie
Thacher, joined him for dinner in Wolfe Creek and next morning fished together
in the waters just below the dam. A
strong wind inhibited our intended dry fly fishing, and so we ended up sight
fishing with nymphs. Charlie remained
true to the dry fly and so sat out the fishing, waiting for the wind to die
down. Roman got into it superbly and
managed to hook and land five or six lovely rainbow, while I lucked into one
fish landed and another lost. Fine
morning, but could have been better without the wind. See photos at Holter
Lower Madison 2013
Holter Dam, Roman and I headed south to Bozeman. Next morning, we met with guide Ben Jantzen at
Fin ‘n Feathers Fly Shop. After
consulting with him, we agreed that we would fish the lower Madison,
from the lower end of the Beartrap Canyon to the take out where the road from Bozeman meets the
river. We had some wind, but in general
the river proved fishable, and Roman and I each managed to hook and land a good
number of fish, on both streamers and nymphs, and enjoyed the company of a fine
guide in Ben. See photos at Lower Madison 2013.
Big Hole 2013
and I next progressed to Dillon MT and there met with Back Country Angler guide
Will Fabel. After discussion about the
Jefferson, the Madison, the Big Hole and the Beaverkill, we opted for a day on
the Big Hole, floating in Will’s drift boat from Salmon Fly Access at Melrose down to Brown
Bridge. I love the Big Hole. It is a beautiful river. We both enjoyed hooking and occasionally even
landing a number of reasonably sized fish, both rainbows and browns, and really
enjoyed seeing this lovely river. Wind
did blow but did not keep us from having a good day with Will, an excellent
guide. See photos at Big Hole 2013.
day, we fished with Will again, this time on his raft, and put in just below
the Clark Canyon Reservoir Dam and floating to High Bridge
take out. The river was discolored,
giving us pause, but then we decided to use streamers to coax up the big browns
living in this part of the river. We
progressed to do this 3 mile float not just once, but twice. Roman in the front of the raft landed perhaps
6 or 7 giant browns, while I in the rear managed to turn a few and hook one
solidly, only to have my tippet fail. A
great day on the water and another good day with Will. See photos at Beaverhead
Nelson’s Creek 2013
our last day fishing together, Roman and I visited Nelson’s Creek, alongside
the Yellowstone, near Livingston. The wind was up and the fish were not. They were hiding deep. Nevertheless, Roman felt challenged and it
was a joy to watch him seek out fish he could spot and cast nymphs to them, in
hopes of a take he could spot. He did
indeed succeed with several nice brown trout.
I bided my time. After lunch, a
hatch appeared and some fish began to take emergers. Roman sought these fish with a series of
different small flies. I went downstream
and put on a royal wulff as a strike indicator and a tiny emerger pattern. I cast it upstream several times and wowee! A
fish took the tiny fly! I played it,
photoed it, brought it to hand as Roman appeared. He took several photos of me with the fish
and then removed the fly and we released the fish. My day was made! See photos at Nelson’s Creek 2013. We then returned to Livingston
to pick up Connie, Roman’s wife, and we three drove to Chico Hot Springs where
we enjoyed a wonderful dinner.
Wind River Canyon 2013
left Roman and Connie and drove to Thermopolis Wyoming.
There, next day, I met new friend, Arnie Sybrant, and together we fished
with guide Rob Weimann, with whom I had fished the previous year, for a float
on the upper 8 miles of the Wind
River Canyon. Arnie and I each caught a number of huge and
beautiful rainbows, cutthroats and browns during the first half of the float,
and then the weather turned colder and the wind picked up and the fish shut
down, and we all got quite chilly.
Nonetheless, it was a great day, and it was good to fish with Rob again
and to meet a new fishing friend, Arnie Sybrant. Next morning, Arnie and I decided to forgo a
second day in the Canyon due to cold temperatures, falling snow and likelihood
of continuing cold rain, and so we both headed south to Casper, where I visited him and his wife,
Nancy, also an avid angler. See photos
at Wind River Canyon 2013. From there I headed south, to visit David and
Jubie Ahn and my in-laws, Dan and Sue Bormann and their son, Paul and his
family and their daughter, Carol.
Meanwhile, Happy Trails developed artery disease in the form of damaged
fuel lines and related problems, and so I stayed several days with the Ahns,
before heading home for repacking and my next trip, to India for
another 10 weeks. Stay tuned!
Algonquin Provincial Park
late May, I drove to Aberfoyle ON,
and the home of Dave and Sarah Rodgers.
Dave and I then drove in Happy Trails north to Algonquin Provincial
Park. There we launched Dave’s canoe, which we had
carried inside Happy Trails, and headed off for a four day canoe trip in search
of brook trout and lake trout. This is
the third time Dave and I have gone to the north country in pursuit of
fish. This trip turned out identically
to the last two: No fish. Alas, no fish does not mean a bad time. We had a lovely canoe trip, watched loons,
eagles, gulls, various types of duck and enjoyed camping in the wilds of Ontario. Lovely, great trip, uninterrupted by anything
as tawdry and banal as catching . . . J. See
photos at Algonquin 2013.
week of June, I headed south to Virginia’s western shore of the Chesapeake and
a couple of days of fishing for stripers, red fish and speckled trout with my
fishing friend Aaron Alter and guide Chris Newsome. We departed port very early in the morning
and fished until late morning when the bite usually tails off. For the second day, Aaron’s friend, Maura
Sinnenberg, joined us and, although new to fishing, managed to outfish us both
with her deft use of the spinning rod.
Congratulations, Maura! Our first
day was a bit slow, with a total of about 15 fish in the boat, but the second
day was gangbusters with perhaps 100 fish hooked and landed. Great action!
We managed to keep a few of the red fish and stripers for home use, and
yes they were tasty. See photos at Chesapeake 2013.
Delaware West Branch
enjoyed several days of fishing on the West Branch of the Delaware
River in mid June. On June
16, my friend, Ed Steitz, owner of Herman’s RV Sales in Walton NY,
joined me for his first fly fishing experience to fish with guide Adrian LaSorte on a float trip from Deposit down to
Hancock, a total of 17 miles. The water
was quite high and dictated fishing with streamers, casting to the bank and
stripping back. Despite his
inexperience, Ed caught the first fish, a good sized brown trout. I followed on and had one my best days ever
on that river, hooking and landing a total of six browns, all between 20 and 22
inches long. What a day! Next, on June 22, Bernie Dormer, good fishing
buddy, joined me for another float with Adrian,
this time much shorter and focused on nymphing and dry fly fishing. Bernie and I each managed several good fish
during this float. Next, on June 23
Adrian’s dad, my old friend, Tony LaSorte, age 90, joined us and we each got
several fish. In particular, see the
photo of Tony with his fish, caught on a dry fly from the boat. Finally, on June 25, Don O’Mara, another long
term fishing buddy, joined me to fish another float with Adrian.
Don got into a fish on an early nymphing cast. This was a really good fish, a 20’ rainbow.
Later I managed to get a good fish as well on a dry fly. The fishing slowed and we drifted
downstream. Don waded over to pursue a
fish we spotted and managed to land that one as well. We finished the day off with an hour and half
of trying to hook a large fish that was feeding repeatedly in the shallows. Don finally hooked this fellow using a tiny
fly and 7X tippet. He played him well
and brought him close to the boat where the tippet finally parted. Another fabulous day on the Delaware.
See photos at Fishing
Florida Keys 2013
February, I headed south in RV Happy Trails.
After a short visit to Gale and Phil Perrone in Savannah
(see photos at Savannah 2013), I drove to
Keys. There I met up with Al Ward, Sid
Jordan and Johnny Adcock. Al and I
fished three days with noted guide, Bruce Chard, while the other fellows fished
with another guide. On our arrival we
were greeted by uncharacteristically cold weather, water temperatures in the
mid 60’s, stiff winds (15-20 mph.) and reluctant, hiding fish. Tarpon were no where to be seen, and so we
targeted permit. We saw some, well, we
saw one fish each day, heading in the opposite direction. So, not productive fishing as we like to say,
but “that’s fishing!” Good to be with
good buddy and good guide friend. We
will be back.
I the next following two days I fished again, this time as a solo with old
friend and guide Adrian LaSorte, who
has guided me often on both the Delaware River for trout and smallies and on
the Salmon River (Lake Ontario) for steelhead.
is always positive, even in the face of great adversity. That is what we faced the first day. Stiffer wind, cold water, clouds
everywhere. “We’ll look for muds and
chase bonefish!” says Adrian. Yes, we did see several muds, and I did cast to
them, but no connect. So we tried again,
the following day, which turned out to be more propitious. Good sunlight, light wind, water getting
warmer. We actually did see several
bonefish that day, and were able to cast to them, but we did not connect. Again, that’s fishing . . . I truly love fishing and really did have a
wonderful time. Catching is not what its
all about. See photos at Florida Keys 2013.
my Keys time, I drove to Sanibel Island, near Fort Meyer,
and met up with my friends, the Sutherlands, from the Catskills. Justine teaches yoga at Just Breathe Yoga and
also runs a gentle “boot camp” which I go to twice a week when I am home. We also do hiking together, so it was a
natural for me to join them and for Justine and I to hike the beach, especially
at sunrise, and also to do a lot of biking around the island. It was a grand week filled with lots of exercise
and good sights, as I stayed in my RV, Happy Trails, at the Periwinkle Trailer
Park and the Sutherlands at Ocean’s Reach, a nice hotel complex, about 3 miles
away. See photos at Sanibel
fish had graced my rod on the entire trip to date, I drove north to Georgia’s Soque River
and to the stretch known as Blackhawk, owned by John and Abby Jackson and
fished two days on their prolific water.
John Rice guided me once
again, a good companion on the stream, and the second day Pam Schock, a fishing
friend from prior visits, fished with us as well. Our first day we dialed in the right
combination and were able to land a good number of fish, 12 as I recall out of
about 20 hooked. Second day, the morning
was slow for me but Pam finished it off with two nice rainbows going 21 and 22
inches. In the afternoon, I managed five
on a San Juan
worm in quick succession right after lunch and then took John’s Winston and
headed upstream to fish dries. Quill
Gordons were coming off regularly and there was a lot of surface action, but
the fish ignored my fly, a good match for the QG. What to do?
John joined me and together we figured out we needed to use a caddis on
these fish. Once we had the code, we started
hooking fish, and had a ball. We hooked
perhaps eight fish but landed only three.
So be it! Who cares! We had a lot of dry action and were able to
figure it all out for once in our lives! Great time. See photos at Soque
I traveled, sadly without Sheila, to Costa Rica where I spent 23
days. First, I spent two weeks at an
eco-lodge on the Osa
Peninsula, called “Luna
Lodge” and owned and operated by Lana Wedmore, a very fine lady indeed, and a
most hospitable inn-keeper. I initially
booked one week and liked it so much I stayed for two weeks, doing many hikes
and other activities and acquiring many new and good friends. As the lodge borders Corcovado National Park,
with superb guide Oscar Cordero, I traveled into the park many times, and got
to see a whole slew of animals and birds.
Other activities included kayaking, horse-back riding and, of course,
fishing. My new friend, Steven, and I
flew over the peninsula to Puerto Jimenez one day to spend the day fishing in
the waters around the peninsula.
Unfortunately, the fish failed to fly in as well and we had a rare day
of skunk. I also spend an early morning with
Oscar on the “lagoon” fishing by hand line for whatever. Oscar managed one small red snapper and I did
nothing. That’s fishing. Great to be out! Click to see my photos Costa Rica 2013 Luna
Lodge Week One and Costa Rica 2013 Luna
Lodge Week Two.
renting a car in Puerto Jimenez, I drove out of the peninsula and west along
the Pacific coast of Costa
Rica to Hotel Delphin (Spanish for
“dolphin”), located about 10 miles west of Parrita. Located right on a lovely beach, operated by
an American from Georgia,
Eddie McGhee, and relatively inexpensive, this was a delightful two night
stay. One morning, Barry Cook, from Knoxville TN,
and I drove very early up the coast a few miles to meet Captain Minor who took
us out for the morning fishing. We
caught a huge number of fish, all amberjacks and mackerel. We kept the mackerel and I returned to the
hotel with a dozen filets, one of which I enjoyed that evening. Click to see my photos of this time on Costa Rica 2013 Week Three
the course of my planning for Costa Rica,
I discovered a website called “Fly Fish in Costa Rica” and began communicating
with it, to discover the man behind the website, Peter Gorinsky. We found that we had many friends in common
and we agreed that we should at a minimum meet while I was in CR, and talk over
our experiences. His website described
three very different and most intriguing fresh water fly fishing experiences
and I was drawn to these. After an
exchange of emails, he called me while I was at Hotel Delphin and agreed to a
three day fishing trip, covering each experience. Thus, I drove off to San Jose to meet Peter and stay at Hotel
Amistad, recommended by an American staying at Hotel Delphin. When I reached San Jose, I learned that Peter had been
hospitalized with heart issues and that his young apprentice, Charlie
Chavarria, would instead guide me.
Setting aside my doubts, I put myself in Charlie’s hands and indeed had
three lovely days of fly fishing. Our
first day took us high in the mountains south of San Jose, to San Gerardo at 7,000 feet. There we fished both nymph and dry to tiny
rainbow trout, though there were some larger that spooked before we could
present. Our second day, we drove (I
drove as Charlie did not have a license), north to Upala, about 150 miles, and
from there to Rio Nino. We did a 10 mile
float through jungle lands occasionally with howler monkeys making their presence
known in the trees alongside. We fished
for machaca, a fish reminiscent of small mouth bass, but feistier and
bigger. We caught a lot of machaca and
finished off the day with a satisfying 7 pound fish (yes, measured at 7 pounds
on the boca grip). For our third day,
we moved to Cano Negro, about 25 miles north of Upala, and Rio Frio (chilly
river), which flows into San Juan Lake, the huge Nicaraguan lake that drains
into the Caribbean and, mirabile dictum!, holds “fresh water” tarpon! We began fishing at 5:30 a.m., visiting pools
on the river known to hold tarpon, and also visibly also holding caiman
(careful, don’t hook one of them!). At 8
a.m., my line tightened on a fish and we were into a vicious fight with a
feisty one. After 15 minutes of up and
down and in the air and around the pool, and lots of good coaching from
Charlie, we beached the fish, estimated to weigh 55 lbs. To see photos, click Costa Rica
2013 Week Three Plus Fly Fishing.
when I returned from Costa Rica
on Feb. 7, I met Sheila at Newark airport and,
to avoid delays because of the impending snow storm due the following day, our
planned day of departure for Paris, we rebooked
that flight and within three hours of arrival at Newark
I was in the air again, winging off to Paris. Our purpose was to attend the wedding of our
son, Paul, to Elena Talash, from Belarus. Our days were devoted to supporting that
effort and so we did not engage in many other photo opportunity providing
activities. We did however, meet up one
evening with three ladies from Georgia who are “fishing buddies” of mine, Abby
Jackson, owner of Blackhawk on the Soque, where I fish often, and her (and my)
friends, Pamela Hensley Schock and Deborah Johnson. Sheila and I spent a lovely evening at
Deborah’s apartment catching up with them.
The wedding was quite a production, and most joyful and wonderful to
Sheila and me. The rehearsal dinner was
held in a downtown Paris
restaurant that Paul knows and has taken us to in the past. There were about 25 guests, many of whom I
had met before on trips to Paris. The wedding, on Valentine’s Day, was a civil
ceremony presided over by the Deputy Mayor of St. Cloud,
a suburb just outside Paris
where Paul has been living, in a art-full room in their town hall. The entire ceremony was held in both French
and Russian. From there, the couple,
along with many of the ceremony attendees, toured downtown parts of Paris for photos of the
new couple. At five or so, we all
repaired to an old mansion for the reception, which went on until 11 in the
evening, with all the usual reception activities and hi-jinks. After that, we all relaxed, visited the
couple at their honeymoon suite at Hotel Shangri-La and met with our cousins
Knut Erik and John Morten Beyer-Arnesen and John Morten’s wife Marianne, for
brunch. Our last act was a visit to Versailles where we rented
golf carts and toured the gardens. See
photos by clicking on France 2013.
the Soque, I drove north to Elizabethton TN where I fished for three days on
the South Holston and the Watauga, with two good guide friends, Dave Stelling
and Theo Copeland, the same fellows as the previous year, who also guided us on
the Kanektok in the summer of 2011.
First day, Dave took me to the South Holston
for wade fishing. There in the clear
water we spotted many trout, mostly small, on the bottom of the river, and cast
to them, with excellent results. We even
got into a few larger fish. This is
great fun! Seeing the fish several feet
underwater, casting to them and watching them take your fly is quite
thrilling. Thanks, Dave! Next day, Theo took me on a float trip down
the Watauga, from the campground where I was staying to a boat launch. At first the river was low, but then a
scheduled dam release caused the river to rise perhaps 2 feet. We had good action during the afternoon, with
a good number of fish, both small and respectable. The third and final day Theo and I went to
the South Holston and put in around 11 a.m.,
to take advantage of the scheduled water release for the day. I saw the river at low stage and then watched
as the flood of water caused significant rising
and flooding. We had another good
day, and lots of dry fly action at the close.
See photos at Tennessee 2012.
Soque October 2012
year and time to hold our annual tournament, started by Steve Sloan in 2003, at
Blackhawk on the Soque in Clarkesville
GA. This year the men’s team consisted of Dan
Quarles, Kirby, Alex Reeves and me and the women’s of Candy Norton, Betsy, Pam
Schock, Deborah Johnson and Marcia Philips (who kept her eye on the men during
the fishing!). John
Rice and Andy Brackett served as our guides. Kudos go to John who spent much time teaching
Marcia Philips the art of fly fishing.
We started by a dinner at the Chop House on Lake Burton,
hosted by Abby and John Jackson, owners of Blackhawk. Thank you, Abby and John! Fishing started next morning and continued
through Sunday morning, after which most anglers decamped while a few continued
until mid afternoon. As usual, we enjoyed
a fine party with Abby’s steaks and other goodies on Saturday evening. Another fine weekend! See photos at Soque October 2012.
Sheila’s Birthday 2012
enjoyed a significant milestone birthday on Oct. 18, 2012. We celebrated with a dinner in the Catskill
Fly Fishing Center & Museum’s museum building on Oct. 17. Our guests included Joan Wulff and her
husband, Ted Rogowski, Pat Pomeroy, Don & Sandy O’Mara and our son,
Jack. The dinner was prepared and
donated to the museum by Erin Phelan and served by her and her co-worker at the
museum, Pat Steele. Thank you, Erin! Thank you,
Pat! Great dinner, and great time! Happy Birthday, Sheila, my wife and sweetie
of 41 years! See photos at Sheila Birthday 2012.
Salmon River 2012
days on the Salmon River at Pulaski
NY, with Adrian LaSorte, yielded
some great steelhead fishing. In our RV,
Happy Trails, I drove to a campground, Fox Hollow Salmon Lodge, in Altmar, 6
miles east of Pulaski. Sunday morning,
Oct. 14, Adrian
picked me up in his SUV and, after more prepping at his home, we went to the
Douglaston Run, a 3 mile pay-to-fish stretch starting a mile upstream from the
mouth. At the very first opening of the
gates, we dashed off and down the path, through rain and mud and fog, about a
mile, to one of the pools Adrian
knew to hold a good number of fish, or at least they had the day before. Using several different rods, my 13’ T&T
spey, Adrian’s Orvis Helios 11’ switch rod, and my ADG Titanium 9’ with a
shooting line, we tried various flies, and sometimes beads, and yes I have to
admit, sometimes egg sacs (no, that is not really fly fishing . . . ).
Sunday yielded up 8 hook ups, with some fabulous fish pirouetting their way up
and down the stream, most breaking off or throwing the hook. Two came to hand, only to swim away before we
could get them before the camera. What a day!
But wait, wait until I tell you about the next day.
we rose early, but a little later as the gate was due to open an hour later,
consistent with the shortening of the days.
Again, a mad dash to the Clay Pool, and we got set up, with allied
anglers on each side, so we could provide mutual protection for our
waters. Adrian is fierce in his defense of his
angler’s fishing territory. Don’t mess
with Adrian! And so the day continued the same as the
prior day, with perhaps 6 or 7 fish taking only to get off again and wave good
by with their fins. “That was a really
big steelhead you just lost, Terry”
Yeah, yeah, I know . . . Then we
focused on the titanium rod with the running line and floating egg pattern
flies and sometimes beads or egg sacs along the bottom, but for you purists,
yes, mostly flies. The flies did the
trick. I got to hook the fish solidly
and play them effectively and we landed 6 or 7 fish, and got some great
photos. See photos at Salmon River 2012.
August-October 2012 Montana, Wyoming, Idaho, Colorado and Michigan
a couple of weeks home, during which I enjoyed two days floating the Delaware
for trout and small mouth bass (see photos at Delaware
2012), and enjoying the wonderful flowers in Sheila’s garden
(see photos at Flowers 2012), off to the west
I headed, for 6 weeks, looking for trout and finding lots of big ones.
I drove to Michigan’s
Pere Marquette and its famed Flint Rainbow Club, where I was hosted and fed and
partied by friends of the Catskill Fly Fishing Center & Museum, Pat Hughes
and Park Smith. What a beautiful
river! We fished only dry flies, and
were given few rewards, but that is what the stream demanded. Lovely time!
Great manager, Chris Johnson, who we remembered from her and our time in
New York. See photos at Pere
there, I drove across Michigan’s upper
peninsula and on through Minneapolis and then Des Moines and on west to Denver, where I visited my good friends,
David and Jubie Ahn, makers of wonderful titanium fly rods. We spent a day at Decker’s on the South Platte, bringing Jubie into the fellowship of
anglers. See photos at Deckers 2012.
I drove to Idaho,
to the home of Harley and Cathy Reno in Rigby, for two days with Harley
floating the main stem of the Snake.
Harley teaches me so much every time I fish with him, and this was no
exception. Weighted streamers cast
against the bank brought out gargantuan brown trout which every tenth time I
was able to hook, and marvel at the reward.
See photos at Snake
I was off to Dillon MT, center of many rivers and great fly fishing. I then headed up to the “top” of the Ruby, 30
miles upstream from the reservoir, in National Forest land, and camped in my
RV, Happy Trails for the night. After a
frustrating afternoon fishing very low water, I found a pool shortly before
dusk and was thrilled to hook and land two cutthroat, one rainbow and four
grayling. Yes, grayling! This is one of the areas where Montana has stocked
grayling, hoping to bring back the species.
What a thrill! See photos at Upper Ruby 2012.
there, I drove toward Whitehall and Butte and on to Anaconda and then toward Phillipsburg
to Georgetown Lake.
There I met up with fly fishing celebrity, Doug Swisher, and his friend
Karl Gebhardt. We fished the lake from
“kickboats,” with which each of them were quite familiar and with which I
proved my deep incompetence. Oh well. Good experience. I would love to return and master those
kickboats. Next day we went to a
“dredging pond” off the Clark Fork known to
hold big browns. Doug got one, 21”, and
Karl and I went away empty handed, but pleased we had a shot at the big fish. I would love to go back and try again! Thanks, Doug, for two great days! See photos at Georgetown Lake et al.
that somewhat frustrating experience, I drove south, back to Dillon, and teamed
up with Tom Smith of Backcountry Angler, for a fascinating day on the
Beaverhead, skittering crane flies out from the bank and teasing up big brown
trout. Some even took my fly! A great experience! Thanks, Tom, for a fine day, even if they
were not in the mood to follow through with a solid bite. Who cares!
It was great fishing! See photos
at Beaverhead 2012.
Dillon, I dashed across a good piece of Montana
to Livingston and met for dinner with Doug and
Liza McClelland and a number of other good folks. We dined at the 2nd Street Bistro, part of the
Murray Hotel. Next morning, half of our
party headed out for the Silvertip Ranch, just north of Slough Creek and just
over the Yellowstone Park boundary, in the Absoroka Mountains. Doug, Liza and I met for breakfast and then
headed downstream on the Yellowstone to Reed
Point. There we put in Doug’s drift
boat, along with 5 others owned by friends of the McClellands, and did a 6 mile
float, looking for fish. They were scarce. The water was low and warm. We managed to dredge up four blessed trout,
we are glad to say, but the big ones were not in evidence. See photos at Yellowstone Lower 2012.
content with the torcher of a long drive the day before, I did one again, this
time driving back from the Reed Point-Twin Bridges float to West
Yellowstone. There I met up
with good friend, Bob Jacklin, the following morning. He and I went into the Park and on to a place
Bob knows and spend one of my best days ever casting streamers for huge
cutthroat trout. You can see the results
of our fishing at Secret Place 1 2012. If you figure it out, please do not tell anyone.
where from there? Well, my next
enjoyment was to be on the Big Horn, halfway across Montana.
Do I go back to I-90 and then through Billings and Hardin, or do I go
through the Park, take the Beartooth Highway and then go cross lots through Pryor? Easy, I go the hard way. Much more interesting and fantastically
beautiful. What a trip! I recommend it. So, I went to the Big Horn and checked in to
Schneider’s RV Campground in St. Xavier MT, 11 miles south of Ft. Smith. There I fished two days with the king of the
guides, Jim McFadyean, old friend and consummate guide. And I fished another day with Chris Watson,
terrific guide. I love the Big Horn. I don’t love all its moss, though. See photos at Big
can I top that? Sept. 14, my 72nd
birthday, I drove from the Big Horn to Craig MT on the banks of the Missouri. There I dined, alone, enjoying my birthday,
at Isaac’s. Sorry you could not join
day, Saturday, in a suitable celebration of the event, I met up with Austin
Lowder, great guide from Boca Grand who also guides in Montana.
We did a remarkable thing. We
fished Secret Place
#2, a river in Montana,
where we hiked 9 miles upstream through private land, from one bridge to another,
catching absolutely huge brown and rainbow and cutthroat trout. Another peak experience. I may have overdone, but I survived and my
feet got over their soreness in about a week.
I look forward to doing that again next year, perhaps with a good fishing
buddy. See photos at Secret Place 2 2012. We got on the river at 11, and off at 7 and
then I drove back to Craig, and back to Isaac’s where I met my old friend and
fishing buddy, Charlie Thacher. Austin joined us and we
three had a merry dinner together.
Charlie and I met up with Austin for a day of
float fishing on the Missouri. The fish were reluctant, occasionally giving
in, but often ignoring or spitting out our flies. The moss was relentless, with low warm water
and flora blooming all over. Nice,
lovely, day, but few fish. On to
more. Charlie went off to the dam and
had a terrific day, while I did my laundry.
Oh well. Next time I stick with
Charlie. See photos at Missouri 2012.
the next four days, I enjoyed the guiding and companionship of John Wilcox, a
consummate guide, a protégé of John Perry of Missoula.
First, he wanted to show me the Missouri,
using his technique, “hopper-dropper,” which proved quite effective. We had a lovely day, most productive. I really do love the Missouri, with its stark and dramatic views,
its jutting cliffs, its broad and varied waters. I will go back there often. What a place!
See photos at Missouri 2012.
and I met next morning at Ovanda, on the Blackfoot, east of Missoula, and we did a float through the
“canyon” of the Blackfoot. This may be
the most beautiful river in Montana. I truly loved this float. I want to do it again, many times. And, we did catch a lot of fish. We found fish taking tricos, and pursued them
with good success. Lovely, big, sloppy,
wonderful big browns. Huge, leaping
rainbows. Fish to die for . . . See photos at Blackfoot
my tour of the world’s great trout streams, next day John took me for a float
on the Bitterroot. Again, lots of big
fish, lots of trico fishing, a wondrous visit to troutland’s dreams. See photos at Bitterroot
off our tour of the great rivers, we next went to the Clark Fork, just
downstream from Missoula,
but remarkably in unspoiled, wild country.
Again, we met up with big fish taking a wide variety of flies, tricos in
the morning, hecubas in the afternoon and October caddis in the early
evening. Hungry trout, pleasing us
greatly by coming to our fly and then often to our net. Was I dreaming? Did it all happen? How could life have been better (other than
to have had my sweetie by my side)? Life
was, and is, good. See photos at Clark Fork 2012.
then, what? Well, I drove and drove and
drove. I stopped in Livingston
and visited with my friend, Roman Moser, a most celebrated angler, the discoverer
(inventor?) of the bead had nymph in the early’90’s. He and his wife, Connie, were spending three
weeks in Livingston, fishing the nearby
streams. Their guests, Burr and Donna
Boston, again friends from the past, also greeted me. After exchanging our hellos and plans for
fishing, I continued my drive, on to Thermopolis
WY, where the famed Wind River changes its name
and becomes the famed Big
Horn River. There, I fished two days with friend of six
years and guide, John Schwalbe, on the Big Horn upstream and downstream of
Thermopolis. Again, strange to say, but
the river is so beautiful, with very few houses, mostly bereft of anglers, and
big, willing fish slurping at our flies.
This is an unknown treasure, untrammeled by the surfeit of anglers found
in lower parts of the river. Maybe I
should not be telling you about this unknown El Dorado
. . . To cap my time here, I did a float
through the Wind River canyon, a 30 mile stretch upstream that leads in to the
“wedding of the water,” where the Wind River changes its name to the Big Horn
River. I had heard of this famed stretch and of its big, big fish, but had not previously
partaken. What a treat! What a wonderful experience! What an incredibly beautiful gorge, with so
many varied geological sights. This for
me is a “must” on every future western trip.
And the fish! 15 minutes into the
float I had a very big fish, not jumping, running this way and that, worrying
me that my 5 weight rod might be enough.
When we got it in, a big, big carp.
How much? Not sure. We thought it was 20 pounds. An expert friend tells me 12 pounds. Whatever, such a surprise and a great way to
start. From there, we met up with many
big fish, browns, rainbows, cutthroats, cut-bows, all wonderful and huge. This is a fantastic place to fish. See photos at Upper Big Horn 2012.
Thermopolis, I drove back across Wyoming, and
on to Livingston MT, and to my friends, the Mosers and the
Bostons. We enjoyed the great cuisine of
Livingston once again and then went next morning to Sweetwater Fly Shop and our
guides for a day of floating from Point of Rocks to Emigrant on the Yellowstone
in Paradise Valley.
Fishing was ok, but not red hot.
Burr and I shared a float with Beau Peavey, yet another really good and
most pleasant guide. Roman and Connie
enjoyed another guide and some willing fish.
We finished off the day at Livingston’s
Rib & Chop house. Good day for
all. Next morning, the Bostons flew out,
on their way home to Pennsylvania. For the afternoon, Roman, Connie and I drove
to Chico Hot Springs, Montana’s best restaurant, and a fine place to go and
relax. We enjoyed the hot springs for the afternoon and then the
marvelous food from their good kitchen.
Thanks to Mike and Eve Art, the owners, for facilitating our dinner and
to Collin, manager, for his cordial hospitality. Thanks, guys!
See photos at Yellowstone Lower Second 2012.
heading home, I drove toward Denver, arriving on
Sept. 30, and enjoyed a great cook-out with relatives and then went on to Dave
and Jubie Ahns’ in Aurora. Jubie was determined to get better at fly
fishing, so the three of us drove south to Pueblo
CO and the Arkansas River. There we flogged the waters for most of the
afternoon, and managed to catch and land a few fish. We wished we had been there in the morning
for what we heard was a terrific trico hatch.
Next time . . . Good to see the
river and learn how it flows. It is on
the “go back to” list. See photos at Colorado 2012.
happened next? Well, then I drove home,
stopping in Newton IA
and then Erie PA and then home, Oct. 4, to reunion with my
sweetie pie, Sheila. Good to be here, even
if only for a few days before my next fishing trip . . .
July-August 2012 Newfoundland, Labrador and New Brunswick
weeks away, fishing in Newfoundland, Labrador
and New Brunswick, and a visit to friends in Vermont, a good time it
was, but slow fishing.
I drove for two days to Cape Breton and next day took the ferry to Newfoundland at Port au
Basque, a six hour ride, and then drove to a place called Black Duck Siding,
not far from Stephenville, in the southwest corner of the island. There I headquartered at Dhoon Lodge, and
fished with Guide Bennet on Southwest Brook and Harry’s River. The water was low and warm and there were
few, perhaps no, fish in the river. My
guide took me to some lovely remote spots on each river, where we were not
crowded by other anglers and enjoyed our wilderness experience. After three days at Dhoon, I headed to Corner Brook and fished with Richard Wareham for two days
on the Humber.
This is a big river, with lots of water, but the river was low and warm
and the fish were not showing. Moreover,
for our two days the wind blew at 25 plus mph.
From there I headed to the Gander
River and guide Steve
Snow. Finally, on day six, I managed to
hook five grilse of 4 or 5 pounds and land three. Next day, I hooked two but both got
away. From there I went to Grand Falls and fished morning and evening with guide
Carl Sullivan and in the afternoon was joined by friend and arranger of all my
fishing, Dan Clarke, of Clarenville. I
lucked into a small hen salmon of perhaps 7 pounds. All fish were, of course, released. I then returned to the Humber
for a final, exhausting, but unproductive day with both Richard and his father,
Clarence, an experienced and well-known local guide. Great day, great company, no fish. I learned then that the two more rivers I had
planned to fish had been closed due to low, warm water, and so I had two
sight-seeing days. I used these to drive
up the west coast, visit L’Anse au Meadow and dine at the Norsemen
Restaurant. Next day I visited St.
Anthony, Main Brook, the Salmon River (which had good water and I was told good
fishing) and Roddickton, before heading for St. Barbe and the ferry to Labrador. See
photos at Newfoundland 2012.
taking the morning ferry to Labrador, I drove north, through Red Bay and
Port Hope Simpson to the cut off to Charlottetown
and there I met up with old friends Fred and Betty Goudie. They treated me royally, as they always do,
with fine food and good company. Next morning,
before I headed out, I had the pleasure of visiting Betty’s mother, Mary
Clarke. So next I was to drive on
through a vigorous rainstorm by Goose Bay to Labrador
City for my fly in to the
Mackenzie River Lodge and brook trout and land locked salmon fishing. About 125 miles from Goose Bay,
I felt my right rear tire go flat and found myself in a pickle. I was not sure I was up to the challenge of
changing the tire on my RV and I had no cell service to summon help. What luck!
Dave Budgell of Labrador Hydro happened by and agreed to change the tire
for me. After getting it to proper
inflation level (luckily I had small compressor), I drove on to Goose Bay
and ended up buying four new tires. Next
day, I drove on to Labrador
City and prepared for the
Sunday, July 22 fly in.
joined five other anglers plus a guide, Bert, for the flight. They included Paul Ostiguy, the camp’s owner,
and Carroll Ware, who arranged the trip for me and most of the other anglers
who patronize the camp. John McNeil joined
Carroll and me in one of the cabins while the other anglers stayed in other
cabins. We had three guides (Danny, Bert
and Fred) and a cook (Lorraine,
Danny’s wife) to help us during the week.
The first 3 days were slow, with only one brook trout (nice 4.5 lb.
fish) for me and only one for my fishing partner, John. The last 3 days were dynamite with a good
number of large brookies and several decent land locked salmon. We fished the Mackenzie
River and two other tributary rivers. The country is remote, beautiful,
unspoiled. I would go again. See photos at Labrador
flying out on Sunday, July 29, I headed down the highway to Baie Cameau to find
a way across the St. Lawrence and on to the Gaspe Peninsula and then to the Upsalquitch River
in New Brunswick. After finding several ferries fully booked, I
ended up at San Simeon and got a ferry in the afternoon to Riviere du
Loup. From there I had to drive
approximately 250 miles to Cascapedia to visit a friend there and explore
possible fishing after the Upsalquitch.
The fishing did not pan out, but I did enjoy visiting Patti Fallow and
her father, Jim Fallow and they proved generous hosts. I found a problem with the RV’s engine and
managed to get it temporarily solved at a garage near Campbelton NB
before heading for my next destination, Watiqua Lodge.
Upsalquitch was in the same shape as the Newfoundland Rivers,
low warm water, reluctant fish. So, I
enjoyed the company of my host and fishing biddy, Stephen Booth, and the 4
other anglers at the camp, Bruce Dansik, Bob Thomson, Michael Rowan-Legg and
Doug Nicholson. After five days, we had
only 2 fish to our credit, both caught by Bob Thomson. More fishing without catching for me, but
that is the way it goes, sometimes.
Lovely time and, of course, I would go back. Who knows?
You might hit the jackpot. See
photos at Upsalquitch 2012.
I drove to Wells, Vermont and visited with old
friend, Deborah Ebner, from Austin TX, who was vacationing at Lake St.
Catherine with her young son, Augustus, while staying with her uncle, Dr. Don
Greer, of San Antonio TX.
Our focus was all on Augustus and his great interest in fishing and so
we supported his successful efforts to learn how to catch sunfish, including
baiting his hook. Quite an
accomplishment for a 6 year old! Go Augustus!
Great seeing Debbie, Augustus and Don.
Photos at Vermont 2012.
was busy for the whole family. On May 21
to June 3 saw my 50th reunion at Princeton University. Sheila and I returned and indeed both our
sons, Paul and Jack, also came. We had
an enormously wonderful time renewing friendships that go back for me 54 years,
dancing until 1 a.m. with lovely ladies a quarter my age, marching in the
P-Rade (actually we rod in a golf cart!), attending seminars and a moving
service of remembrance of departed classmates.
What a time! See photos at Reunions 2012.
week later, Sheila and I drove in the RV, “Happy Trails,” to Winston-Salem
NC, home of the southern region of the Moravian Church, and site of many ancestors,
including my great great great grandfather, Theodor Schulz. There we met 28 others in the family for a
two day reunion and a reception to commemorate our donation of family
portraits, handed down through the generations, of Theodor and his wife,
Suzanna Catharina Elizabetha Loesch. We
visited their graves in “God’s Acre.” We
also soaked up the old Moravian culture and most of all, enjoyed our gorging on
Moravian Sugar Cake, a favorite of our “Omah” and of my mother. Friday evening, our third cousin, Margaret
Kolb, hosted us at her charming suburban home where we first saw many of our
cousins, and then the reception at the Old
on Saturday evening followed by dinner at the Rondthaler-Gramley House on the
grounds of Salem College capped the weekend. See photos at Family Reunion 2012.
Shultzes, we needed to have a drink!
Well, not really, but by prior design, my two brothers, Ned and Bob,
with their spouses, Kamaile and Mary, and Sheila and I drove west to Richmond
Kentucky, south of Lexington, to the home of Wendell and Sandy Snyder. There, Jerry and Kathy Gold, parents to Koa’s
wife, Pohai (Koa is son of Ned and Kamaile), joine us. For several days, we all visited distilleries
and learned much about bourbon and, of course, enjoyed our tasting of many
kinds of bourbon. Wendell and Sandy were
superb hosts and treated us most generously.
What a grand time! Photos at Bourbon Tasting 2012.
May I drove our RV, Happy Trails, 1,500 miles south to the Florida
Keys. There I enjoyed four days
of fishing with good friends, first, Gene Wilson, and then, Al Ward. The fish did not cooperate, but that’s
fishing. I love seeing giant tarpon swim
by and roll and do their daisy chains.
Grand fish! Enjoy the photos at Florida Keys 2012. With no fish to the rod, I consoled myself on
the way home with a few days of fishing for big trout on the Soque in northeast
Georgia. I managed to land a number of huge ones,
mostly with the able guidance of John Rice,
and then also with the help of Deb Bowen.
Thanks always to the hospitality of the gracious Abby Jackson and her
wonderful husband, John. See photos at Soque May 2012.
Catskill Fishing 2012
continue to enjoy occasional fishing expeditions on our world famous rivers in
the Catskills. I have assembled a number
of photos from these happy times. Please
view at Catskill Fishing 2012.
March I flew nonstop to Delhi
for a month of fishing, touring and adventure in the subcontinent. What a time!
First, I met up with my guide for the month, Aaron Alter, who guided me
last year in Senegal. For the first week, we were joined by Steve
and Cole Claiborn and fished for Mahseer in the Kosi and Ramganga Rivers and
did game safaris in Jim Corbett National Park
as well as the “tourist thing” in Agra
visiting the Taj Mahal and Fatehpur Sikri.
For our Kosi fishing, see Kosi River
and for our Ramganga fishing, see Ramganga River. Again, for our touring in Delhi
and Agra, see Delhi and Agra. Our fishing on the Kosi and the Ramganga was
not productive for my fly fishing though Steve and Cole did bring in a few
mahseer with the spin rod.
the Claiborns departed, Aaron and I drove north to Rishikesh,
India’s holy city, and then
up the Ganges to Silver Sands, an excellent
tent camp on the banks of the river, and fished successfully for mahseer for
three days. We returned for an additional three days later in the trip. See our photos at Silver Sands. We caught over 25 mahseer, the largest 14
lbs. and one at 9 lbs., the rest in the 1-4 pound range.
Aaron and I drove over the mountains to Uttarkashi (Northern City)
and thence up the valley of the Assi Ganga.
After several nights at Kuflon Basics, a trekking base camp on the
river, and fishing the river in that area (see our photos at Assi Ganga Base Camp),
we assembled a crew of an additional guide, a cook and five porters and made
our way into the valley of the Kaldi Gad, a major tributary of the Assi
Ganga. There we camped out six nights
and fished seven days catching marvelous large brown trout. See our photos at Assi Ganga Upper
Section. This proved an
incredibly strenuous, but most satisfactory expedition. We caught over 80 trout, mostly in the 18-22”
range. They were quite beautiful, as the
photos bear witness! Enjoy!
our great adventure, we drove to Mussoorie, an upscale community dedicated to
education of students from around India and the world located north of Dehra
Dun but at a 7,000 foot elevation. There
we stayed at an estate owned for several generations by Aaron’s family and
enjoyed good food and a chance to shop, before continuing on to Silver Sands on
the Ganges for our second visit and our final
fishing of the trip. See photos at Mussoorie.
Salmon River February 2012
good friend, Gene Wilson, and I travelled to the Salmon
River again on Presidents’ Weekend in February for three days of
steelhead fishing. It was cold, but we
managed. The first two days were slow,
with one fish landed by Gene and one fish lost by me. The second day was even slower, with no fish
touched and it seemed all other anglers were having similar results. The third day the fish gods were good to us,
rewarding us for persistence, no doubt.
We each managed several fish. I
hooked four, landed two, using the spey rod on three and strike indicator and
nymph on the other. Gene landed three,
including a lovely big hen at the end of the day. We share our photos at Salmon River February 2012.
Salmon River 2011
Albion, Walt, with his lovely wife, Eleanor, and I separately drove to Pulaski,
on the eastern end of Lake Ontario and the Salmon River. There we fished for two days on the catch and
release section, the Douglaston Run, of the Salmon, with guide and long term
friend, Adrian LaSorte. We managed some fine steelhead, in the face
of fierce weather, but all with good nature and good fun. See photos at Salmon
Oak Orchard Creek 2011
Walt Rodgers and I met in Albion New York on Nov. 7 to
link up with Howard Braunstein and some of his fishing buddies and fish Oak
Orchard Creek for a few days. This was
different fishing and after a frustrating first day, Walt and I got it dialed
in and met with great success, targeting primarily big lake run brown trout and
also cncountering some Atlantic salmon and lake run steelhead. Lovely place to fish, crowded but all
fishermen were polite and helpful. We
likely will go back. Thanks, Howard, for
introducing us and fishing with us.
Photos at Oak Orchard Creek 2011.
the Soque, I moved north, into the mountains of North
Carolina and camped at Boone, from which each day my guide friends
would drive me to the Tennessee Rivers, the Watauga and the South Branch of the Holston, where we did float trips and caught great fish,
many wild. My guides were the three
famous fellows who ran the float trip in Alaska,
Theo and Haden Copeland and Dave Stelling.
They gave me some fine days of fishing.
Thanks, fellows! See photos at Tennessee 2011.
again I ventured south to fish in our annual tournament of men vs. women on the
Soque. What generous hosts are Abby and
John Jackson, and what a grand party they throw. Alex Reeves, Allan Malamy and Todd Brinkman,
plus I, made up the men’s team while Candy Norton, Linda Bennett, Trudy Johnson
and Reba Brinkman represented the ladies and, of course, won once again. Great going ladies! One of these years . . . Check photos at Soque
mid October, I joined my friend and fishing buddy, Stephen Booth, who had just
moved from Massachusetts to Nova
Scotia, for a week of fishing on the Margaree
River in Cape Breton Island, N.S. We enjoyed fishing many lovely pools on this
picturesque river, but the fish were reluctant.
Stephen left the day before I did and I lucked into a nice 10 lb. hen
salmon on my last day of fishing, while being guided by local guide and very
generous man, Eugene LeBlanc. Check
photos at Margaree 2011.
in July I joined fishing buddy, Sonja Nisson, long-term best friend and fishing
buddy, Walt Rodgers, and new friend,
via Walt, Phil Shutler, for an 8 day float on the remote Kanektok
River in southwest Alaska.
This trip was perfect, and may have been the best fishing I have ever
had. The fish were plentiful and
scrappy, rainbows, grayling and Dolly Varden trout. The guides were personable and highly
professional (improbably, they are all three based in North Carolina where they
operate out of Appalachian Angler Fly Shop in Boone – see http://www.appangler.com/ . The food, if you can believe it, was
fabulous. We saw lots of bears, eagles
and other wild life. And we even had a
hot shower every other evening. What a
trip! I may go again! See our Sonja’s and my photos at Alaska 2011.
fishing in Florida
is always an attraction. Early in July I
joined my fishing buddy, Sebastian O’Kelly, for three days in pursuit of the
silver king in the Boca Grande area of Florida,
on the west coast. We ran into really hostile weather conditions for the first
day and a half and took refuge in canals, ponds and the backcountry, where Seb
landed a 50 pound tarpon. Then we took
to the Gulf shore in search of bigger fish.
The morning of the last day I managed to hook a 120 pound tarpon who
gave us a merry chase. After I and then
Seb, played this lovely, as she came to the boat, the tippet parted and she
swam away. Good luck to her! See our photos at Florida
Roscoe Parade 2011
has been voted the Ultimate Fishing Town
of the United States,
a title sponsored by the World Fishing Network, a creature of Eagle Claw tackle
manufacturers. The success for Roscoe
came about through gargantuan efforts of many people. The idea started with Jim Krul, Executive
Director of the Catskill Fly Fishing Center & Museum, and caught the
imagination of the Roscoe Chamber of Commerce and from there many other persons
and organizations. So, when Roscoe
celebrated its victory, as part of its regular Independence Day parade, on July
2, the Center enthusiastically participated.
We share our photos at Roscoe
Delaware June 2011
Grant, a fishing friend of many years, and I did a float trip with guide, Adrian LaSorte, another friend of many years, on the
Delaware River in late June. First, we
did floated a short distance over seven hours on the West Branch just
downstream of Deposit, where we hit the sulphur hatch at mid day and each
caught a number of fish, including a 20 inch brown for Gardner. Then we pulled out and, after enjoying ice
cream at The Cow Lick, on Rte. 97 just south of Hancock, we did a second float
of about three hours from above the junction pool (where the east and west
branches of the Delaware meet) down to Stockport, several miles downstream. Again, once we cleared ourselves of a mob of
anglers haunting the junction pool, we did nicely with the fish, who were still
feeding on the occasional sulphur as well as other bugs. I managed to hook and land an 18 inch brown,
against huge odds, a great satisfaction.
finished the evening with an 18 inch rainbow.
What a wonderful time! How grand
to spend all that time fishing with two friends of long standing. See photos at Delaware June 2011.
Manor holds its “Trout Parade” every year in mid-June. While I often miss it because I am off
fishing somewhere, this year I was lucky enough to get to see it. I have posted photos of this remarkable event
and invite you to view them at Trout
in June, I visited Vito and Laurie DeVito in Sapaponack Long Island and fished
with Vito in the Ducks Unlmited Striped Bass Derby, with guide Jim
Levison. We had a wonderful time even
though we ran into motor problems that foreshortened our fishing exercise. Vito managed to land a nice big striper at 10
½ pounds 30 inches and win the fly fishing department of the Derby.
Vito is a highly acclaimed outdoor artist as well as a most congenial
fishing buddy. See his website at http://vitodevito.com/ Check out our photos at Montauk
April and early May, with fishing buddy, Sonja Nisson, and guide friend, Aaron
Alter, I visited Senegal,
a wonderful, stable, vibrant country in west Africa, where we fished and did sightseeing.
The fishing proved to be less productive than any of us expected or wanted, but
it clearly has much potential and I would love to return to this happy place
and try again. We fished both salt and fresh water and also visited with
residents in their homes and spent some time at Bandia, an impressive game
farm. We finisheOd up in the capital
where we both saw the sights and fished.
our arrival, Aaron took us southward to the Sine Saloum Delta country. There we stayed at Hakuna Matata Lodge,
accessed by boat and donkey cart, and run by a French couple who live both
there and in Dakar,
and serve consistently excellent French cuisine. We soon found the tides unfavorable and cut
short our stay, only to return a week or so later to try our hands again. On our return, we camped on one of the
barrier islands at the mouth of the estuary.
We had great fishing for a few hours and then the fish gods laughed at
us again and blew a strong wind at us.
We camped the first night of the planned two nights and then abandoned
the fishing because the wind was just too much.
When the fishing was hot we each caught a whole slew of sea trout
(weakfish), and dined on them that evening, to our delight. See our photos at Senegal – Hakuna Matata.
As we traveled, we took many photos of typical street scenes. While the country has good cell phone
service, much of its infrastructure is primitive and so we often saw someone
driving a donkey cart while talking on a cell phone. The roads have much trash by them, because
the people have only recently had the luxury (?) of plastic bags and other
containers, but their homes are immaculate, reflecting their strong personal habits. As a Muslim country, they do not drink or
smoke (much) and are highly moral.
Perhaps atypically, they have a high respect for their women.
the delta country we drove several hundred miles southeast, through Kaolack and
then Tambacounda (see map) to the Niokolo
Park, a large area covering the headwaters of the Gambia River set aside as a preserve for wildlife. Near the park is a wonderful hotel called
Wassadou, also on the river, where we stayed a number of nights when not
camping on the river. The hotel also
serves marvelous French-style Senegalese food and has excellent
accommodations. While in the area we
spent the second and third nights camping on the river, fishing each day of
course, and then continued our fishing from the hotel for the last several
days. From the hotel one can view the
river and watch hippos swimming as well as baboons and other forms of wildlife
and a wide variety of birds. In fishing
we sought several species, chiefly tigerfish and African pike. We caught a good number of pike, some with good
size, and hooked a few tigerfish but failed to land any, though our guide got
one and our assistant guide, fishing with live and dead bait landed several
which he kept for food. Our photos are
at Senegal – Niokolo Kobo
in the park region, our assistant guide, Fred, kindly invited us to visit him
at his home in his nearby village and have dinner with his family. There we met his lovely wife, his three sons
and his daughter, as well as many other members of his family. Some of the girls took us to the town square
and asked us to dance, and we obliged.
Many of the youngsters wanted us to photograph them and we also
obliged. We gave a number of gifts to
the children and some to the adults as well.
We had a fabulous dinner prepared by Fred’s wife. See photos at Senegal – Dinner at Fred’s
the park region, we returned to Hakuna Matata, as described above. After the wind blew us off the water at
Hakuna Matata (except for the last evening when we fished hard in the estuary
and relished the magnificent sunset to the west), we traveled to the seaside
town and artist colony of Toubab Dialao, perhaps 15 miles or so south of Dakar,
and stayed at a lovely beachside hotel called Sobo Bade. See photos at Senegal – Sobo Bade. This was our R&R. Again, the food was magnificent and the
service impeccable. Well, almost. No, it was really grand. The water, which we had been looking forward
to, unfortunately had gotten cooler in the two weeks since Aaron had been there
before. More of Muther Nature’s tricks
(correct spelling!). But the beach was
perfect! And there was a really fun bar
about 400 yards up the beach. And the
second homes abounded! I would love to
spend more time there. In the morning,
many of the men came to the beach and worked out extensively. The Senegalese are cultists when it comes to
body fitness and they generally are a beautiful people, tall, slender, well
muscled, both men and women. No wonder
they were the unfortunate sources for slave raiders in the 16th and
leaving Toubab Dialao, we headed for Dakar, but with a visit to
a game farm called Bandia en route.
There we dined at the restaurant, one much praised in that country, and
then toured the grounds with a guide. We
saw a huge number and variety of animals.
See Senegal – Bandia Game
we traveled on to Dakar,
a city of two million in this country of 12 million. There we stayed at a beachside hotel, La
Brazzerade, where again we witnessed a lovely beach and many great looking
Senegalese working out, keeping themselves fit.
While in Dakar
we did some sight seeing and tried our hands at fishing and also dined at
several more fabulous restaurants. Lunch
at Dakar’s favorite downtown spot as we came into town, dinner at a restaurant
on the western-most tip of Africa, witnessing the sun go down over the
Atlantic, another dinner on the south side of the tip watching the waves roll
in and the sun set in the west. We also
visited the famous slave trading island in the gulf south of Dakar,
and toured the grounds of Dakar’s
landmark lighthouse. Fishing was again
unproductive, with a high wind and big swells keeping the fish from feeding and
us from catching. Oh well! That is fishing. Nice boat ride out beyond the sight of land
and back. Our photos are at Senegal – Dakar.
trip, good companions, I would love to go back, and I would love it even more
if the fishing were on next time. Tight
lines! And thanks to Sonja Nisson for
being such a great fishing buddy and Aaron Alter for his tireless good humor
and help and making the trip truly wonderful.
January Sheila and I flew to Los
Angeles for the annual ASPPA conference, where I
participated in a panel for retired government types to give our post
employment views on the world, as if they meant anything. Then, Sheila and I spent the next 3 weeks
driving up the coast to San Francisco,
and then on home early Feb., after a 2 day delay because of severe weather in
the northeast. What a wonderful trip! We enjoyed so much good food and wine, and
saw such beautiful country, both seascapes and mountains, watched whales and
elephant seals, visited all the iconic California
sites. First, we went to the lovely
little town of Ojai where we did wine tasting and
visited the farmers’ market. Next, we
went on to the Danish built kitschy town of Solvang,
what a hoot! And great shopping. From
there we went north of San Luis Obispo and
stayed in lovely Cambria by the sea, and also
visited Paso Robles, 45 miles inland and the scene of many new wineries. We skipped Hearst Castle. Then we went up the Coast on the coastal
highway to Carmel
(Coast & Carmel), with visits
to Gordo and Napentha. In Carmel we visited Monterey
and went to a monarch butterfly preserve.
Then we drove to nearby Salinas
and visited our old friends, Paul and Margaret Danielson and did wineries and
some hiking in the nearby Pinnacles. Our
final stop was San Francisco where we
visited first with niece Nicole Takesono Flowers and her husband Adam Flowers
and enjoyed being back in lovely San
Francisco where we ate well and also made a trip north
to visit the ocean sites and sample the local oysters. After visiting Nicole and Adam, we went on to
of SF) and visited her older sister, Jennifer Takesono Yu and her husband
Shane, and their two little girls, Lina and Nora. Again, we used their home for some delightful
touring to such places as Half Moon Bay.
Finally, we left three weeks of sunshine and returned to our Catskills
with all their ice and snow and are currently looking forward to spring.
Soque October 2010
annual tournament, women beating men as usual, happened Oct. 23-24 at Blackhawk
on the Soque, where Candy Norton, Missy Schmidt, Alex Reeves and I were hosted once
again to a marvelous weekend by John and Abby Jackson, proprietors of
Blackhawk. The water was low and clear
and the fish were spooky, but we managed to scare up a few, including one
lovely brown I took on a size 20 parachute adams, all in the photos. We also enjoyed a lively evening of southern
rock courtesy of Abby’s friends in the band.
See photos at Soque
Montana, Idaho and Wyoming
late August I headed west to meet up with fishing buddy, Sonja Nisson, and her
good friend and partner, Julie Rogers.
After our reunion in West Yellowstone,
we drove in their fifth wheel and my RV, Happy Trails, to the Dillon area. There, Sonja and I fished the Beaverhead, Big
Hole, Madison and Jefferson Rivers. Our fishing was mixed, with some great days
on the Big Hole, some mixed on the Beaverhead too many other anglers) and some
days we could have missed on the Madison (three
thunderstorms, hail, fish with lockjaw) and the Jefferson
(flooded out and zero fish showing).
Click on Beaverhead and Big
there, we returned to West Yellowstone and
spent several days fishing in the park.
Again, too many anglers had flooded the area for good September
fishing. Nevertheless, we managed some
decent fishing, especially our day when we hiked into Cache Creek and fished
the confluence with the Lamar, and saw no other anglers and had lots of good
cutthroat trout and our day on the Firehole when we fished its confluence with
the Gibbon (to make up the Madison), and of course my lovely evening with Bob
Jacklin on the Madison at its confluence with Hebgen Lake. In between, I celebrated my 70th
birthday when we dined at Chico Hot Springs, drank with owner Mike Art and ate
fine chocolate cake! Click on Yellowstone.
we drove to Libby MT
and fished several days on the Kootenai
River, below Libby
Dam. This is an unknown river and holds
lots of wild fish, not huge but most enjoyable to catch, and harbors very few
competitive anglers. What a lovely
river! Click on Kootenai.
that, we drove several hours southwest and entered Idaho’s
Clearwater system and went to the remote “Kelly Creek”
where we camped for two days and caught lots and lots of huge cutthroats. We visited the remote tributary, Cayuse Creek
and also hiked the upper section of Kelly, but most of our action was within
view of the gravel road along the stream.
Click on Kelly Creek.
that, Sonja and I spent a great day with John Wilcox, guide, on the Clark Fork
upstream from Superior MT.
John is a fabulous guide and we had lots and lots of very large trout on
a beautiful river with no other anglers in view all day long. What a terrific day! Click on Clark Fork.
then departed for home and her obligations while I drove on to visit friend
Harley Reno in Rigby ID and then on to Thermopolis WY for four days of fishing
on the upper Bighorn (just downstream from where it changes its name from Wind
to Bighorn River, at the wedding of the waters). John Schwalbe of Wyoming Adventures and his
guide, John Fish (yes!!) hosted me for some great fishing and large fish on this
lovely stream where few anglers venture.
I repeated my great time from 2006 with them on this river to which I
hope to return often. Biggest fish was
22 ½ inches, measured. Lots of fish
18-21 inches. Click on Upper Bighorn.
Turkey via Paris
July through mid August I traveled to Paris
where I spent a few days with our son, Paul (click on Paris),
and then he and I went on to Turkey
for two weeks of touring. Sheila opted
to stay in the Catskills and enjoy the summer there rather than brave the wilds
of Turkey. In Turkey,
first, we spent the night at the apartment of old friends of Paul’s in Istanbul (click on Istanbul). Next day we rented a car, took the ferry
across the Sea of Marmora and then drove south along the coast until we
reached the purported ruins of ancient Troy
(click on Troy). This was a most inspiring display of an
ancient city that I had read about in the original Greek in the Iliad and the
Odyssey and I was deeply moved by the encounter with so many ancient
there we drove to the tiny Aegean town of Assos
and stayed at a most lovely boutique hotel and wished we had stayed there more
days. We enjoyed swimming in the clear
water of the sea and rambling through the port town. Click on Assos.
next drove to Kusadasi, south of Izmir (ancient Smyrna) and also on the Aegean, and also near the ruins of
ancient Ephesus. After a night in a superb but quite modern
hotel, we traveled to Ephesus and also to the
ancient Basilica founded by St. John and also
visited the ancient home of the Virgin Mary, whom St. John brought to the area following the
crucifixion of Jesus for her to live out her life on a mountain top. Although I am not religious, these were all
most moving encounters, especially the visit to Mary’s home. Click on Ephesus.
on the peninsula west of Izmir,
was our next target area. We spent our
first night in a town near Cesme, called Alacati. Here we visited the two beaches in the area,
one in Cesme and the other in Alacati, and enjoyed the cuisine of Alacati. Next day we took a tour boat ride out among
the islands and stopped for swimming in the Aegean
several times. We spent our second night
in the heart of Cesme at the Caravansary Hotel, where we dined on great Turkish
cuisine on the roof top. Click on Cesme.
then headed back to Istanbul via Bursa, ancient Ottoman capital,
where we stayed at the luxurious Caravansary Hotel. We visited the Turkish Bath, called a
“Hamam,” and enjoyed the waters plus a massage (no photos!).
spent two nights in Istanbul, staying at another apartment to which Paul has
access, and celebrated Paul’s birthday with a dozen of his friends on the first
night and then attended a wedding on the following evening, where we dined on a
plaza near an abandoned palace next to the Bosporus and viewed one of the
bridges across the water and looked over at the Asian side of Turkey. Click on Istanbul 2.
we flew to Dalaman, in the south, rented a car and drove to Kas, Paul’s
favorite place in Turkey. Again we enjoyed the hotel pool and also the beach
and dined at an excellent restaurant in the evening, The Blue House. The next day, Paul and I took our second boat
trip, out of Kas, traveling east to Kekova, where we viewed an ancient city. We also swam numerous times en route. We agreed that this was the best day of our
trip. Click on Kas.
our boat trip, we drove to Kalkan and to the home of old friends of
Paul’s. We stayed with them two nights
and enjoyed their hospitality as they welcomed us to their fabulous home. Paul and I drove first to Turkey’s most beautiful beach, Kapitas, where we
had a good swim and then on to Myra, near Kale,
the following day, so as to visit the ancient church of St. Nicholas. Yes, we went to the home of Santa
Claus!!! We also visited a display of
ancient Lycean sarcophagi, dating from around 1200 B.C. In the evening, our hosts treated us to a
mountaintop dinner, again superb Turkish cuisine. Click on Kalkan.
day, we visited several beaches, Patera the first, and Saclikent Gorge, where
cold water rises out of the limestone underbelly of this part of Turkey
to form a rushing stream to the sea.
That evening we stayed at the Dalyan Resort Hotel in Dalyan, not far
from the Dalaman Airport.
Click on Dalyan.
flew back to Istanbul
and had another party with friends, eating and imbibing late into the
night. Click on Istanbul
following day we returned to Paris
where I spent two days before heading back home. In Paris
we finished our travels in grand fashion first at a party thrown by Paul’s
friend Everett Hutt, and then with other friends of Paul’s at La Petite Cour.
Click on Paris 2.
New England & Nova
June and early July, Sheila and I drove in our RV, Happy Trails, through New
England and Maine and on to Nova Scotia, visiting friends and doing some
fishing. To see the photos, click on New England & Nova
Scotia 2010. First, we
visited our friends the Van Geels in Amherst Mass and toured the campuses of Amherst College and UMass and also viewed the
home and gravestone of Emily Dickinson.
Then, we joined Matt Dormer
for some fishing in Boston
harbor and dined at the Barking Crab with Matt and his wife Carlotta and son
Brad. While in Boston
we also visited the JFK Library and searched out homes belonging to our
grandparents, in Melrose and Dorchester. We next visited with old friends, Seth and
Connie Kellogg, in Southwick MA and Seth and I toured our old haunts in the
woods behind his house. From there we
went to East Otis for two nights with Walt and Eleanor Rodgers at their cottage
on an island in Big Pond. We next went
to Skowhegan ME and visited our friends, Carroll and Lila Ware and I fished a
day with Carroll for small mouth bass on the Kennebec River. From there we went to Owl’s Head, near Rockland ME
and had two delightful evenings with Norman and Susan Thomas. We also visited Fireside Pottery in Warren ME
and the Farnsworth Museum in Rockland
and also the Olson House, where lived Christina Olson of Andrew Wyeth painting
fame. Next we went to Chester
NS, east of Halifax, and spent a night with Stephen and
Gillian Booth and also visited classmate Bink Wurtz and his wife Patty. Stephen joined us as we next went to Cape Breton
and fished two days on the Margaree for salmon, with low and warm water and
lock-jawed fish. From there Stephen went
back to Chester
while Sheila and I ate lobster meals and toured the Alexander Graham Bell
museum and then went on to tour the Cabot Trail. As we came down the west coast of Cape
Breton, we found the Glenora Distillery, source of Canada’s only single malt
whiskey (good, too!). From there, we
went home to the Catskills, stopping at Christie’s Campground in Newport ME.
the middle of June, Dave Rodgers and I enjoyed a 5 day canoe trip into Ontario’s Algonquin
in search of brook trout. We quickly
learned that we should have gone in during May instead and that the low and
warm water spelled no brook trout, well, almost none. I got none while Dave got four little ones on
his spinning rod. Nonetheless, we had a
grand time canoeing, portaging (ugh!) and moose watching. We also saw lots of other wild life such as
beavers, muskrats, blue herons, sand hill cranes, red winged black birds and
the wonderful white throated sparrow with its most beautiful song “Oh Canada
Canada Canada.” See our photos at Algonquin.
second week of June I was most fortunate to fish the Restigouche as a guest of
the Restigouche River Lodge, which owns 3 miles of river immediately upstream
of the junction with the Matapedia. The
lodge is extremely well run, has great food and most pleasant staff. Learn more at http://www.restigouchelodge.com/. I fished this very early week each day, using
mostly my 14’ spey rod, and enjoying casting.
That is pretty much all I did, casting casting. I really did enjoy it and actually had no
expectation of hooking a salmon. We saw
a few when the sun was out but they glared back at us sullenly and with no
interest in the fly. We decided they had
I had little expectation when I began my final session, on Saturday night, June
12, using a different, much smaller fly, a size 12 with a double hook, given to
me by Doc Foster, my fellow angler, who had just gently removed a hook from my
finger. So, I persevered with Doc’s fly
through the session, despite misgivings.
The end was drawing near, the final bell at 8 o’clock. I joked with my ever-faithful guide, Auley
Croswell, that we were going to have a perfect record for the week, no fish
following, nosing, rolling or, God forbid!, taking. A perfect game!
Wow! What a surprise when, at 2 minutes before
8:00, my line came taught and I had a fish on.
“Auley, is that a trout?” Auley
said no, that was a salmon. And soon it
became very evident that indeed it was a salmon and a large one. So, I played her, most gently, because I knew
I had a small fly on and it might come out.
I backed off the drag and used my palm to control the reel and lessen
pressure on the fish. Soon she started
to give up and come in. The water was
unseasonably warm and no doubt she tired sooner than she would have
otherwise. She came to Auley’s net and
then we pinned her down and worked hard to pry out the hook which was firmly
embedded in the left side of her mouth, right in the corner. We estimated her at 22 pounds, a fine healthy
female. We then revived her and watched
her swim back to the depths of the pool, Lower Ledges. What a treat!
And after such a dry spell all week long. Click on Restigouche
May 2 2010 Hike
hiking buddies, Virginia Sanborn, Justine Sutherland and Deanna Felicetta, and I
enjoyed a hike looping around Mud and Trout Ponds in the Catkskills, picking
ramps (leeks) and making puns on a super day in May. Click on May 2
2010 Hike. Again, on May
15, Justine and Virginia and I did a hike, this time to Frick and Hodge Ponds
in the Beech Mountain Reserve, near Mongaup Pond. Click on May 15
Reeves and I enjoyed some pleasant time by the Beaverkill, watching caddis and
looking for fish while we sipped a marvelous zinfandel. Later, Ted Rogowski graciously hosted me on
the upper Beaverkill on a lovely June afternoon. Click on Catskill
Soque April 2010
Walt Rodgers and I drove to the Soque in
for two days of marvelous trout fishing.
We each landed numerous rainbows and browns of between two and six
pounds. I lucked into a big brown that
came in at 28 inches and 8 pounds. Most
of my flies were on a big, ugly dry fly, the Chernobyl ant. Click on Soque
early April I joined guide Adrian LaSorte
for a float on the Delaware River fishing for
its famous trout. We had a wonderful
day, landing 11 rainbows and browns all in the 12-13 inch class, during a
flurry of Quill Gordons and Blue Quills, early season mayflies. Click on Delaware 2010.
are a few photos from our Christmas in 2009, snowshoeing and hiking in our
Catskills, and our annual “Two-Headed Trout” dinner celebrating the opening of
trout season. Click
09, Beamoc 2010 & Skiing.
Road Trip 2010
Sheila and I set out on what turned out to be a seven-week road trip, taking us
to Florida, Texas, New Mexico and Arizona, and then back home via
Colorado. We had a splendid time,
visiting friends and relatives and touring some parts of the country new to us.
in our travels we met and dined with our friends, Carol and Phil Gold, when we
reached Staunton VA (birthplace of Woodrow Wilson). Grand to see them and catch up with them and
their families! We were unable to visit
them at their home in Charlottesville
due to a two-foot plus snow fall that had their street and driveway clogged.
on to Winston-Salem, North Carolina and a visit with college classmate Linwood
Davis and his wife Martha. What a warm
and happy family and what a lovely time with them. We also greatly enjoyed our reunion with my
third cousin, Margaret Kolb, a grand dame of the Moravian Church
music tradition. While in W-S, we were
able to tour much of the old Moravian settlements, first laid out by my
ancestors in the mid 1700s as Old Salem.
We learned that Linwood had ancestors in the area about the same
time. Our visit included the Moravian
museums, where we plan to place old family portraits on permanent loan.
Atlanta was our next stop and a
visit with our friend, Helen Cleveland, a former business associate of mine who
is now engaged in the active practice of employee benefit law. Helen was warmly hospitable, as always, to
us. Click on Winston
Salem & Atlanta 2010.
Atlanta we headed to Florida, hoping for warm weather, but not
finding much. We made four stops in this
we visited my college classmate, Joe Caltigirone and his wife, Kathy, in Sarasota and caught up
with them and also took the occasion to present Joe, our class agent, with a
check for Annual Giving!
off to St. Pete and a dinner with friends Al and Barbara Ward and Greg and
Kathy Matthews at a trendy restaurant in the downtown area. Next day, Al and I toured Tampa Bay
looking for hungry red fish, but saw only a few and they spurned our fly
lures. Florida was cold and the fish were having
none of it. I was to find out this was
my almost universal experience in Florida.
drove from St. Pete to Palm Beach
Gardens where we were
hosted by friends Steve and Lydia Moss.
We spent a day visiting Palm
Beach and seeing the sights and I spent another day
with Steve and a guide seeking fish with our fly rods, each of us to be
rewarded with a grand total of one jack crevalle (my only fish of the trip)!
PBG we went south to the Keys and there visited our friends Joan Wulff and Ted
Rogowski, did a drive to Key West for a day and
I fished with Ted and guide friend Adrian LaSorte for bonefish near Key Largo. Again,
the fish said no thanks to our proffered flies and were looking for some place
to get warm. We learned from our friends
suffered a massive fish kill from the cold this year, losing perhaps a third of
all its game fish. This was a tragic
Miami beckoned us next and we
enjoyed the hospitality of our friends, Ted and Carol Baldyga. Carol is a docent at the Fairchild gardens in
and gave us a marvelous private tour of this fabulous site. Don’t miss it next time you are in Miami! Following that, we feasted on stone crabs
until we could eat no more. Thank you,
Carol and Ted!
next drove north and then west to arrive at Mobile
and met old friend Judy McMillin for dinner at a good seafood restaurant,
Oysterella, on a causeway on Mobile
Bay. What a treat to see Judy again!
Mobile we spent a long day driving west to Austin and a visit with
cousin Jack Shultz and his wife Virginia and lunching with their son and
daughter in law, Richard and Marcia Shultz and their family. We also visited friends Debbie and Eric Ebner
and their son Augustus. Debbie brought
us to the Wildflower
Center and showed us that
pleasant site. Again in Austin we were greeted
with much warmth and hospitality. Thank
left Austin in our RV “Happy Trails” and headed
a short way west for visits to LBJ Ranch National Monument
and to the wonderful town of Fredericksburg,
home of Admiral Nimitz and site of the recently opened Museum of the War in the
Pacific. The town is rife with B&B’s
and neat restaurants. We recommend it
for anyone visiting the area.
we began an interminable drive across west Texas,
until after several days we finally reached Tucson and the home of Sheila’s niece, Carol
Cropanzano and her husband, Russell.
There we spent two days catching up with them and their family. Thank
you Carol and Russell for your hospitality. Click on Austin
& LBJ Ranch.
drove to Globe AZ, ite of the famous Sleeping Beauty
turquoise mine. Sheila is a great fan of
that gemstone and so we did all the sights we could in this area.
AZ, southwest of Flagstaff,
is in my view one of the loveliest places I have ever been. So we headed there and spent two days
admiring the stark cliffs and mesas and also visiting several local
wineries. There are many hiking trails
that I would like to sample and I plan to return to this area again.
then headed north to the Grand Canyon and
spent an all too short time visiting some of the viewpoints. The canyon is everything you would expect and
more. I would love to hike down into it
sometime. Most impressive! It was not on Sheila’s list and so we quickly
headed off from there and back to Flagstaff
for the night.
day, as we drove east along Route 40 toward New Mexico,
we visited the Meteor Crater, the Petrified Forest and the Painted
Desert. We spent that
evening in Galllup NM and dined at the El Rancho Hotel, where
many movie stars have stayed in the past while making films in the area. Neat old place!
driving this area, we managed to pick up a lot of CDs with old cowboy singers
crooning their songs. Think Roy Rogers,
Gene Autry, Marty Robbins, Rex Allen, and even Johnny Cash. Equal treatment for native Americans: We acquired several CDs with Indian drum and
flute music. Click on Arizona.
Touring New Mexico
In New Mexico, we visited Albuquerque
and then set up headquarters in an RV campground in Santa Fe.
From there we returned to Albuquerque for
a tour of a jewelry factory where they specialize in turquoise and then drove
the “Turquoise Trail”, leading from a point just east of Albuquerque
north to Santa Fe
through picturesque mountains and desert and quirky small towns. Highlight of this was a visit to the
Henderson Store in Golden.
In Santa Fe, we enjoyed
visiting the plaza, seeing the outdoor vendors and also spent several hours at
a Bead Festival going on at two of the hotels.
we left Santa Fe toward Los
Alamos and a visit with our friend Evelyn Petschek and her mother,
Marilyn, Happy Trails gave signs of a fuel line problem. So we returned to Santa Fe and left Happy Trails with the local
Chrysler Dealer. As it turned out, we
needed a new fuel filter and fuel pump for the Mercedes Benz diesel engine and
were not able to get this done until five days later. But we were very fortunate: The Petscheks warmly welcomed us and hosted
us for this entire time. With Evelyn, we
visited the museums in Los Alamos and also went to nearby Bandelier National Park
where there are many fine examples of ancient pueblo dwellings. Click on New Mexico.
Happy back out of the “hospital,” we set off for Denver,
driving carefully over the fearsome Raton
Pass, which was still
covered with hard packed snow. That
evening we were hosted by our friends in Aurora, David and Jubie Ahn and I was
able to enjoy some terrific home-cooked Chinese food prepared by Taiwan-born
Jubie. Thank you for your hospitality,
David and Jubie!
day we moved to Arvada,
30 miles away, and visited Sheila’s sister, Sue Bormann and her husband
Dan. As always, they were most welcoming
and it was great to see them again.
Thanks, Sue and Dan.
then drove several days back east toward home.
We stopped in Oakley KS
to visit the Buffalo Bill memorial and in Abilene
we visited the Eisenhower Library, boyhood home and other memorials to
Ike. Then on across Missouri,
and finally to Loveland OH,
near Cincinnati. There we visited Bruce and Angie Settell,
friends from our time in Washington.
their recommendation, next day we spent some time in Dayton where we visited the US Air Force
museum and also the former home of Sheila’s grandfather.
following day, March 31, we completed our trip by arriving home in Livingston Manor
after 47 days on the road during which we drive 8512 miles! Great trip!
& Drive Home.
there, a drive to Port Haywood VA (on the western shore of the Chesapeake) and
a stay at the home of fishing buddy, Alex Reeves, and fishing day one with Alex
on Garden Creek, and then days two and three joining guide Chris Newsome along
with fishing buddy Walt Rodgers for
good fishing on the Chesapeake. See
photos at Chesapeake 2009.
October saw a trip, again in Happy Trails, back to Clarkesville GA
and Blackhawk on the Soque and our annual tournament, Soque Sisters v. Foggy
Bottom Boys, featuring Candy, Missy, Rachel and Dan for the Soque Sisters
against Alex Reeves, Allen Malamy, George Beatty and Terry Shultz on behalf of
the Foggy Bottom Boys. We enjoyed the Hoyles again and had a fun Halloween Party,
complete with political masks. Check it
out at Soque Tournment 2009.
Catskill Fly Fishing Center & Museum
Hall of Fame
Catskill Fly Fishing Center & Museum held its annual ceremony for induction
of new members into the Fly Fishing Hall of Fame on Saturday, Oct. 17. This year’s inductees were two deceased
anglers, the historically important Frederick Halford and G.E.M. Skues, British
pioneers of the dry fly and the nymph, respectively, and four anglers who have
made significant contributions to the sport, Dan Blanton (west coast pioneer
fly inventor), Bob Clouser (Pennsylvanian inventor of the Clouser minnow fly),
Gardner Grant (conservation organization leader for four decades) and Roman
Moser (Austrian angler who has invented many kinds of flies and angling
equipment). See our photos at CFFC&M Hall of Fame 2009.
Roman Moser Fly Fishing
the Hall of Fame events, Roman Moser and Connie Kirchweger and I drove to Williamsport PA to visit
Burr and Donna Boston and Dave and Sue Rothrock and to fish several of the
limestone creeks, abundant in healthy wild trout. We fished Antes Creek, Penn’s Creek and
Spring Creek, with some fish caught by each of us. Enjoy our photos by clicking on Roman Moser.
Hawaii, I flew to Cairns
in Queensland, Australia. There I toured the tablelands, visited Lake
Barrine and viewed a python sunning himself and also a red-bellied black snake
(poisonous) doing the same, all from the safe distance of a touring boat. I also visited the “Curtain Fig Tree” and
several water falls and the lovely Wooroonooran
National Park. Next day I went hot air ballooning in the
early morning. See photos Australia 2009 Cairns.
Cairns I flew north to Bamaga on the northern
tip of Cape York. There I joined the mother ship, Tropic
Paradise, for two weeks of fishing, separated by a four day break staying at a
campground in the seaport of Seisia.
Over these two weeks I managed to land 23 species and also hook, but not
land, a permit. I list these species as
follows: mac tuna (similar to the false albacore found on the east coast of
North America), long tail tuna, gray mackerel, queenfish, fingermark, golden
trevally, barramundi, sweetlips brassy (spangled emperor), rosey jobfish,
wrasse, tarpon, grinner (lizard fish), watson’s leaping bonita, spotted
mackerel, mangrove jack, great trevally, Spanish mackerel, Saratoga, archer
fish, barracuda, bream, honeycomb cod, Spanish flag. Plus, permit that I did
not land, for total of 24. During both
weeks we were fortunate to have some great help from some superb guides,
including the incredibly good fly fishing guide, Al Simson, the most helpful
Shane Hockey, and the ebullient Tom Brechna.
We were hosted by a wonderful lady, Naomi Chan, ever helpful and
enthusiastic about making sure our stay was comfortable and our fishing
successful. Both weeks we had great food
from our two cooks, the second week from Annie Weinzirel, a great lady. During
the four days between our sailings, I spent one day fishing the upper Jardine River
with Al and Shane, great fishing and great time, and also a day traveling to Thursday Island in the Torres Straits, a fascinating
visit to that little known area. See
photos Australia 2009 Cape York.
I flew from Cairns to Ayers Rock and spent four
days touring the area, first visiting Uluru and the Olgas and then traveling to
Lost Canyon and hiking the rim with an
excellent guide. From there I flew to Perth and then to Northwest
Cape and the town of Exmouth.
See photos Australia 2009
Ayers Rock & Lost Canyon.
Northwest Cape, I fished 4 ½ days with Brett Wolf
of True Blue Bonefish. He is an
excellent and knowledgeable fly fishing guide who can take an angler to catch
bonefish and permit. We had a fair
amount of wind and so I missed 2 ½ days that I would have fished. I tried hard to get a permit, but they were
not eating. Several bonefish and some
snappers (spangled emperors) were my much appreciated consolation prizes. See photos Australia 2009 Northwest Cape.
August, I traveled to Hawaii
and spent ten days as the guest of my sister, Betsy Takesono, and her husband,
Dr. Gerald Takesono, and my brother, Ned Shultz and his wife, Kamaile. I enjoyed the hospitality of both homes, and
the visiting with my nephews, Keoni and Koa, and their wives, Pohai and Sharyl,
and also the time with Kamaile’s brother and sister in law, Jonny and Paula
Wong. Enjoy the photos from this lovely
time by clicking on Hawaii 2009.
kind of fly fishing rods do I use? Since
2003 I have been using David Ahn’s ADG Titanium fly rods. I have one of each rod David makes, from 3
weight up to 12 weight. I have two 5
weight rods for trout and other smaller game fish and for salt water and salmon
I use my 8/9 and my 9/10 rods extensively.
I really like them and swear by them.
They are good for distance, accuracy and sensitivity. No, I don’t have any financial interest in
the rods, I just like them. If you want
to check them out, look at Dave’s web site.
a brief return home to visit with Sheila, I again set off, this time to
Labrador for my annual salmon fishing trip, leaving Livingston Manor on
Saturday, July 18 and arriving in Goose
Bay at the home of our
good friends, Fred and Betty Goudie, on Monday, July 20. 7 other anglers flew in over the next two
days and we then flew by charter on Wednesday afternoon into Wulff Lake Camp
for a week of salmon fishing. We found
the outgoing group having had a good number of fish for the camp and we were
enthusiastic of our chances. We did not
do as well, owing to few fish in the river, bright sunlight each day and an
east wind blowing most of the time. Oh
well! I personally had some great luck
and was able to land a nice number of fish, some of them large salmon. Enjoy photos at Sandhill
White Mountains 2009
Labrador, I drove in two and one half days to the White
Mountains, where I met a band of happy hikers led by good fishing
and hiking buddy, Bernie Dormer. We
hiked on day 1 to Carter Notch Hut, along with two young mothers carrying their
babes in arms. Next day, back down to
Route 16 and transfer to Appalachia, the
parking lot on Route 2, for our hike up to Madison Hut. Day 3 we hiked from Madison Hut to the summit
of Mt. Washington
and then down the other side to Lake of the
Clouds Hut. Day 4 saw most of the group
hike out to Pinkham via the Tuckerman Ravine Trail, while I joined two other
hikers on a return to the summit where we all drove down the mountain and back
to Pinkham. Enjoy photos at White Mountains 2009.
Camping on Saranac Lake
climbing Mt. Washington
and doing other fine hikes in the White Mountains
(Aug. 1-4) with Bernie Dormer, Brook Taylor, Matt and Carlotta Dormer and a
host of other good hiking buddies, I drove my RV, Happy Trails, to the Adirondacks and joined Tom Wheeler, Kevin Kunkle, Michael Steppe and several boy scouts
for two nights on Green Island in Saranac Lake.
Enjoy photos at Adirondacks 2009
Catskills in Springtime
enjoyed much fishing with friends during this past spring. First, we took Lou Kravitz to the upper
Willowemoc, where he caught lovely wild brook trout. Willowemoc 2009. Next, we enjoyed a great if frustrating day
on the DeBruce Club water on the Willowemoc.
DeBruce Club 2009. Then, fishing
friend, Don O’Mara, and I motored to East Hampton
to spend a day (second day blown out) sight fishing for stripers. Too bad no one told the fish to show up, but
good time anyway. Striper Sight Fishing 2009
June I headed south in Happy Trails, our RV, and first fished with Chris
Elalasingham on the Holston River in Tennessee. Holston River TN
Big Pine Key Tarpon Fishing
Chris’ wonderful mountain top NC home, I headed to the Keys and met five
friends. We fished for four days (June
19-22), with little results, due primarily to a northwest wind that put the
fish down. I was fortunate to get one
fish just before the wind came in, a 110 pound tarpon. Big Pine Key 2009
the Keys I drove to Denver
to visit my friend, David Ahn, and his family.
David is the maker of the wonderful titanium rods that I use all the
time. David and his most lovely wife,
Jubee, and their two sons, Bruce and Elvis, treated me to a royal time, and
nonstop talk of titanium fishing rods. I
also enjoyed a visit to brother and sister in law, Dan and Sue Borrman. Denver 2009
Nelson’s and DePuy Spring Creek
Denver, I drove to Livingston MT
and met two friends, Gordon Dana and Dan Vermillion, to fish with them first on
Nelson’s (June 29) and then on Depuy (June 30) spring creeks. Lovely time!
Great friends! Nelson’s Spring Creek 2009 and DePuy Spring Creek
South Fork Flathead
I was off to Montana to meet five more fishing buddies for a combination two
day horse back ride and five day raft float (July 4-10) to fish the South Fork
of the Flathead River in the Bob Marshall Wilderness, the most remote river in
the southern 48 states. What a time! Fish galore, all cutthroat trout, up to 17
inches. South Fork Flathead 2009
Nous Amis de France Visit Catskills
of our good angling friends from France visited the Catskills during
the last week of May. Several of us, Don
O’Mara, Mike Canazon, Jamie
Bendelius and Charlie Thacher joining me, hosted our friends and shared our
water with them for four rain-soaked days.
A few fish were caught, and many lovely waters were visited. View by clicking on French Catskill Outing.
Hiking in the Catskills
Virginia Sanborn, Justine Sutherland and I enjoyed some good hiking in
the early spring in our lovely mountains in the Catskills. Here enjoy our photos, some of them quite
goofy, others nice scenery shots, as we hike the Millbrook Ridge and elsewhere
in our out of doors. Click on Hiking by Terry and Hiking by Virginia.
local anglers and I have several times enjoyed helping the NY State Department
of Environmental Conservation stock brown trout in the Beaverkill and Delaware’s East Branch
and share our photos of that experience.
Click on Stocking.
Soque Spring 2009
again I ventured south to the Soque River in northeast Georgia to fish the famed Blackhawk
run, where the trout grow to enormous size and give the angler lots of good
fun. Thanks again to Abby and John
Jackson, proprietors of Blackhawk, and to John Rice,
guide extraordinaire, for a grand time.
Click on Soque Spring 2009 and on Spey Outing 2009.
Club Outings 2009
from my NYC fishing club joined us for two successive weekends of fun in the Catskills,
the first to enjoy the company, fly tying skills and movie making prowess of
esteemed angler, Ted Rogowski, at the Catskill Fly Fishing Center &
Museum. The second weekend saw a number
of us taking lessons in spey casting from experts Andrew Moy and Jody
Plonski. Click on Outings 2009.
and I again ventured forth in our RV, Happy
Trails, in late October, driving 850 miles south to the northeast corner of
Georgia, near Clarkesville,
to fish at Blackhawk on the Soque
River. John and Abby Jackson own Blackhawk and a
little over a mile of this wonderful stream.
They care for their fish with great attention and the result is a stream
that is chock full of very large trout, both rainbows and browns. We were there to fish in the annual
“tournament” with a face off between two teams, four women against four
men. For the Soque Sisters, the team
consisted of Candy, Missy, Gay and Libby.
The Foggy Bottom Boys included Alex Reeves, Jay Rusling, Allan Malamy
and Terry Shultz. Sheila cheered from
the sidelines. In the end, the ladies
came out, as usual, first, with 194 fish caught against 179 for the men. Alex and Jay are to be congratulated for
using only dry flies, but getting good numbers anyway. Included in our festivities was a fun
Halloween party on Friday night and then great blue grass music by the Hoyles
on Saturday evening. What a hoot! See our photos at Soque 2008.
Idaho, I drove 2,000 miles south, via Las Vegas and San Diego and
then down the Baja California peninsula, to La Paz on the Sea
of Cortez. That was a difficult drive down the Baja as
the road was narrow, rarely with shoulders and with heavy trucks moving fast in
both directions. My heart in my mouth, I
made it the whole way. There I met
fishing buddy Sebastian O’Kelly who had flown in from Washington DC and we
fished for a week with guide Efren Lucero
from the beach at Punta Arenas, near Isla Cerralvo, about 40 miles southeast of
La Paz. Seb and I caught 15 different
species during the week, including the much favored roosterfish and also yellow
fin tuna and dorado (mahi-mahi). The
scenery was stunningly beautiful and the fishing was awesome, reminiscent of
the great fishing I have had and will have next year again in Australia. See photos by clicking on Baja. From
La Paz, I took the ferry across the Sea of Cortez
to Topolambopo, the port near Los Mochis, and
then drove north to Tucson
on much better and much shorter roads.
There I visited Carol Bormann Trapanzano, Sheila’s niece, at her home
and from there went on to Austin, Texas and visited with Debbie and Eric Ebner
and their 2 year old son, Augustus. And
then, of course, back to Livingston Manor.
11 to 15 I enjoyed four days of fishing Moose Creek, a tributary of the Selway,
catching lovely cutthroat trout as well as many steelhead smolt. My friend, Sonja Nisson, from Rogue River OR
and I teamed up to enjoy the lovely pools of the North and East Forks of this
remarkable river. Enjoy our photos by
clicking on Moose Creek. Sonja’s
photos, all superb captures of our amazing fishing trip, may be seen by
clicking on Moose Creek by
1-4 I enjoyed romping through the White Mountains
with Bernie Dormer and 7 of his friends.
I covered over 22 miles and we stayed at Lonsome Lake Hut, Galehead Hut
and Zealand Falls Hut. See photos by
clicking on White Mountains.
July 2008 Flood
Roscoe and the upper part of the Beaverkill
flooding on July 23. On July 24, Sheila and
I toured the area affected and took some photos, see them at July 2008 Flood. Our assessment is that there was minimal
damage, easily correctible in a short time, and we hope that we are proved
correct in that.
Rogowski and I drove in Happy Trails to the Miramichi
River in New Brunswick and did a canoe trip of 55
miles plus salmon fishing plus making a movie as a follow up to one Ted made in
the late 1950’s. For me this trip was
quite special as I caught my first salmon on this river in 1953. We left Livingston
Manor Tuesday, July 8 and arrived in Doaktown at noon on Wednesday, July
9. There the Atlantic Salmon
Museum welcomed us and
allowed us for four days to get electricity and water from their outlets, while
we canoed and fished the upper part of the river. We met at the museum with Dewey Gillespie,
who had organized the entire trip for us.
Dewey’s father, Max, was a famous guide on the river for many years and Dewey
grew up in Blackville, before going into law enforcement. He is now on the force of the City of Miramichi and lives in
that city. We also discovered that Dewey
is a poet, short story author and composer of songs, all of which are truly
wonderful. With Dewey, we drove upstream
to Boiestown to visit with Vince Swazey, proprietor of Tuckaway Cabins and a
long time guide on the river. Vince
would join us for the canoe trip as a second guide. He also proved to be a most entertaining
fellow and wonderful companion for the trip.
See my photos by clicking En
first leg, on July 10, was from Boiestown to
Doaktown, about 15 miles.
Right after our launch, we fished the Bullock Pool for a couple of hours
without success. This pool is part of
Vince’s operation and there we met Dan Bullock, guide and manager of Tuckaway
Cabins, and his mother, Renate Bullock, a well known and long-time guide on the
river. We pushed down and fished the
Ledge Pool, also owned by Vince and then down to the Keith Pond Pool where we
fished hard and then lunched and moved on.
In the afternoon, we came to the Miller Creek Pool, also called the
Nelson’s Hollow Pool, and there we fished about an hour. I managed to hook and land a 4 ½ pound grilse
(one sea winter salmon), using a Shady Lady size 6 on a riffle hitch. Suddenly, some other anglers appeared, with
guide, and informed us that they had rights to this pool on that day and that
Keith Pond, who had given us permission, had his days mixed up. So we wished them luck and pushed on
downstream to the Museum Pool and landed there.
day we canoed from Doaktown
to Upper Blackville.
Then, on Saturday, July 12, we started by driving upstream to Flo’s
Pool, where we had permission to video fishermen. That morning a pair of ultra-lights were
flying around the valley and we got some photos of them as well. Late in the
morning we returned to our canoeing and pushed off from Upper
Blackville to canoe down to Blackville. After dinner, Ted, Dewey and I returned to
Flo’s for more video. See photos: Upper
Blackville to Blackville.
Sunday, July 13, in the morning, Ted and Dewey returned to Flo’s for more video
while I drove Happy to Vince’s where I fished the Bullock Pool until noon. Then
we all headed down to the Rodd Miramichi Hotel in Miramichi for the annual
banquet sponsored by the Miramichi Salmon Association. We met Dewey’s buddy, Bud Kitchen, and had a
lovely time with our new found friends.
See Tuckaway Cabins. The following day we drove about 20 miles
upstream from Boiestown to fish private water and there we managed to encounter
five fish. Ted got a grilse late in the
day. Vince got a 12 pound salmon in the
morning and I lost one salmon and one grilse but was able to land a magnificent
20 pound hen salmon which Ted captured on video and Dewey on camera. See
July 15, was our last day on the river.
In the morning, we floated Blackville
After our float and lunch, we drove to Miramichi’s airport where a local
pilot took Ted and Vince for an upstream tour of the river so Ted could get
some airborne video. Meanwhile Dewey and
I dropped the truck and canoes at his home and he showed me his treasures:
Shadow boxes commemorating all the great fly tyers in New Brunswick. What a show!
Then Dewey and I drove back upriver to the Doctor’s Island Pool where I
had a happy hour of fishing. Then we
four all met up and said our good byes to Dewey as we drove to Vince’s Tuckaway
Cabins where we plugged in Happy Trails and spent our last night in New
Brunswick. We hightailed it all the way
back to the Catskills on Wednesday, July 16.
a wonderful trip! What great friends are
Dewey and Vince, and extraordinarily generous with their resources to make our
trip possible. We hope to return!
June I returned to Florida to spend 4 days
fishing at Boca Grande (on the west coast, 2 hours south of Tampa) with buddy, Al Ward. We fished two days with each with two great
guides, Tommy Locke and Austin Lowder. During the first two days we jumped about 6
tarpon, including one female that stuck with my fly for an hour and a half and
came in at 130 pounds, after towing our boat, yes actually towing the boat!,
almost a mile. Then with Austin we
jumped perhaps 20 tarpon over two days, 12 the second day, 9 the last evening,
when on the first cast, after a storm
had passed through, Al hooked his first tarpon on a fly and brought her to boat
after 1 hour 40 minutes, also weighing 130 pounds. We then went on to hook 4 or 5 tarpon each,
and watched them against a golden red sunset jump as many as 4 times before
throwing the fly. This was one of the
most memorable fishing experiences of my life, truly wonderful! See photos at Boca Grande 2008.
Sheila and I flew to France
for a fishing outing with friends from the New York
club plus others from similar clubs in England,
France and Germany. We arrived in Paris on Sunday, June 15 and stayed two
nights with son Paul in his apartment in Neiully-sur-Seine. Tuesday all the fishers had a banquet in Paris and on Wednesday we adjourned to Meursault in Burgundy for a wine
tasting and then a fabulous lunch near Beaune.
Some went on to the Hospice de Beaune but Sheila and I were too
exhausted and repaired to the hotel in Ornans, half an hour east of
Besancon. A lovely dinner at the hotel
ensued. Next day we all had a great
brunch on some related property upstream on a lovely local river and then
fished away the afternoon and, after dinner at one of the fishing locations,
also fished the evening. Friday followed
with more fishing and with a Gala Dinner that night at the hotel, and son Paul
joined us mid way through the meal for the rest of the weekend. Saturday brought us more fishing and another
dinner, and again on Sunday we fished the morning and then had a wonderful
repast at a local auberge for the afternoon, followed by evening fishing, and
then we took Paul to Besancon for his train ride
back to Paris. See photos at Fishing the Jura.
following day, Monday, June 23, Sheila and I drove south to Cassis, a small
tourist town east of Marsielles on the Mediterranean. We spent two days there beaching and touring
the magnificent fjords along the coast, called Les Calanques. See photos at Cassis. From
Cassis, we drove back north, first to a lovely hilltop town called Castelnau de
Montmiral, with a great hotel and restaurant, Hotel des Consuls. See photos at Castelnau-Montmiral.
Finally, we drove on to the Loire
Valley, to a little town called
Fontevraud-L’Abbaye, some miles west of Tours. There resides the Royale Abbey founded in
1206 and nourished by Henry II and his wife, Eleanor of Acquitaine and each of
them are buried in the church there along with other ancient royals, including
Richard the Lion-Heart. We enjoyed the
wine and the food at the Hotel de la Croix Blanche, before returning to Paris for two nights with
Paul again. See photos at Fontevraud-LAbbaye.
May I joined buddy Luther Birdzell for 3 days of tarpon fishing with Bruce
Chard, superb guide, at Big Pine Key, about 25 miles east of Key West. We had excellent fishing, with many tarpon
sighted, about 12 jumped over the three days, and one 90 pound fish brought to
the boat by Luther after a 45 minute slugfest.
See our photos at Big Pine Key
Dick Despommier and I returned to the Andros Island Bonefish Club and fished
with Danny, Chris and Rupert for 5 days of medium good action but lots of fun
and fellowship. See photos at Andros 2008. Finally, friends from my NYC fishing club
assembled in the Catskills for our annual outing. Sheila and I were pleased to host fishing buddies, Alex Reeves and George
Beatty, at out home in Livingston Manor.
See photos at Anglers’
and I traveled 9,000 miles to the fantastic, lovely, unbelievably wonderful
island nation of New Zealand
and spent the entire month in that fair clime.
With Sheila’s ever patient nature, I was able to get in 15 days of
fishing for NZ/s fabulous over-sized rainbow and brown trout. What a trip!
We are now recovering and enjoying the memories. We have, of course, many photos. You can access them by clicking the various
highlights in the text below. If you
want to “cut to the chase” and see the big fish “porn,” then click Big
Fish. These represent an 8 pound brown
male caught on the Rangitata, a 5 ¾ pound rainbow, also caught on the
Rangitata, a 5 ½ pound rainbow caught on a trib of the Rangitata, and a 5 ½
pound rainbow cautht on the Ripia, a tributary of the Mohaka, fished out of
Napier. I also lucked into two 4 ½ pound
rainbows on the Rangitikei. Enjoy!
started on Feb. 2 by going to JFK and discovering, to our everlasting joy, a
“Bombay Sapphire Bar” and you can see where we each enjoyed one of our
traditional Sapphire Martinis, before departing for LA and then on to NZ. Click Sapphire
landed in Auckland (North
Island) on Feb. 4, having lost the entire day of Feb. 3, and
immediately flew to Napier (also North Island), an hour to the southeast. There we stayed at Cardoness Lodge, with owners
Sarah and Neil Smith, lovely transplanted Brits enjoying retirement in the wine
country and in the midst of their own 22 acres of vineyards. From this delightful base, I fished for two
days with John Farrell while Sheila slept and read and in the evenings we dined
at excellent local restaurants. I
managed some nice fish during this time.
See our photos at Napier.
there we drove northwest to Taupo and then south to Taihape and on about 28
kilometers to Tarata Fishaway Lodge, owned and operated by the magnificent
Stephen and Trudi Mattock. There, while
Sheila enjoyed the scenery on the cliffs overlooking the Rangitikei River, I
fished first day on a 14 kilometer float of the river finishing up at the lodge
and second day helicoptering into a remote tributary of the river and walking
up 14 K’s, both trips with Stephen guiding, and catching 25-30 fish each day
ranging 2 to 4 ½ pounds (two at that level).
What a wonderful place and wonderful hosts! I will never go to NZ without going to
Tarata Fishaway for at least 3 days, maybe a week. This was probably the most enjoyable fishing
I had in New Zealand. Never huge fish, but always feisty and lovely
fish. See our photos at Rangitikei.
we drove to Poronui Ranch, the posh “top of the line” lodge on the Mohaka,
southeast of Taupo about 40 K’s or so.
There we renewed our friendship with the great Eve Reilly, manager of
the ranch, and friend from my trip 5 years previously. I was lucky enough to draw David Wood as my
ever faithful guide over the next three days.
He is a superb guide, knowledgeable, considerate, helpful, and excellent
at finding fish. We agreed that we were
hunting the “biggies” and so concentrated on rivers where we might find
them. We had a few fish, nice ones, too,
but never got into the real big fish, mainly because the region had received
little rain, the rivers were low, the fish were spooky and when a fly floated
near a fish, the fish generally turned its nose up and swam away. (They did not read the right book!) Great time, few fish, but consistent with
plan. To see our pix, click Poronui.
Poronui, we drove to Taupo Airport and began our jouney to the South
Island. First, we flew to Wellington’s airport and then changed planes and flew to Christchurch. There we rented a car and drove to the winter
ski town of Methven,
which, given the summer season, was most inactive. We enjoyed staying at Beluga Lodge, hosted by
Di Harris, a really pleasant host.
Fishing buddy, Jim Klein, on a business trip and heading home, joined us
for three days of fishing. Welcome,
Jim! We fished with guide Allan Kircher
and he took us mainly to the upper Rangitata River, amidst many braids of a
formerly glacier river now running clear and filled with over-sized browns and
rainbows. This was a true trout heaven,
or maybe a true trout fisherman’s trout heaven.
Note: Some of the Lord of the
Rings scenes were filmed here in this spectacularly scenic countryside. I managed my biggest fish here, first with an
8 pound brown trout and next day with a 5 ¾ pound rainbow. How about that? If you want to see the photos, click on Rangitata. For even better photos, see Al Kircher’s
super efforts at Mesopotamia, the name
of the station (NZ term for sheep ranch) where we fished.
could top this? Well, we headed south,
went to see Mt.
Cook, highest point in NZ at 12K plus
feet, stayed at Twizel, near Mt.
Cook and the Heartland
Lodge, hosted by Jim and Mary Powell, and then headed on south to Athol and
Nokomai Station run by Anne and Brian Hore.
Here, while Sheila ate bon bons and lazed around in bed, I did the hard
work and tramped the countryside with fabulous guide, Nigel Black. We fished first day on the Mataura where we
managed around 8 or so fish to the fly, 6 to the net, all browns. Next day, we explored the Makaroa, with
disappointing results and then went to the Waiau and saved the day with maybe 4
nice fish. We finished our time on the
Oreti, with spooky uncooperative fish and abandoned that effort for the Mataura
and saved the day with three lovely browns.
Great fishing! See our photos at Nokomai.
concluded most of the fishing. We drove
to Queenstown, probably the main tourist town in NZ, just north of Qtown, and
stayed at a good hotel, the Dairy, for two nights. We enjoyed good restaurants, drives to nearby
Glen Orchy and Arrowtown, a nice dinner with friends John and Mary Randolph,
fabulous scenery and some relaxation after our “tough fishing schedule.” From Queenstown, we headed to the west coast,
first to Wanaka and then on over Haast
Pass, and on up the coast
to Fox Glacier and Franz Josef, both well known glaciers attracting a lot of
tourists. For photos of this period,
click on Queenstown
and West Coast. We stayed two nights at Holly Homestead, hosted by
Gerard and Bernie Oudemans. Next day, we
drove to Whataroa and met our friends, Brooke and Carolyn Taylor. The ladies went off on the White Heron tour
and Brooke and I went to the Waitangi
in search of trout. Perfect day, lovely
river, and fish to be found. We tackled
one, spooked it, and then found another, made the perfect cast, hooked the fish
and did the race all over the river routine, and finally landed the lovely
rainbow and you can see it when you look at our photos of this part of the trip
at Waitangi. Next day we visited Murray Creek, on the
premises of Marc Zuckerman, designer and
maker of sundry lovely wood products sold in the area. Marc grew up in Peter Cooper
Village, our NYC home,
and so we enjoyed talking about old times.
We also enjoyed Brooke’s tour for us of the Kawhaka Lodge, hosted by
guide Tony and his wife, Marj Allen.
Great place to go, I am sure. Our
next stop was Punakaiki and Wave Watchers Cottage and a visit to the “pancake
rocks.” For these, also see the
we drove over the center of the island, through Murchison, and on toward
Nelson, but stopped short at Richmond
and turned left on Rte. 60 to go to Clifftops Retreat, operated by superb
folks, Bob and Anne Haswell. We enjoyed
two nights at our fabulous accommodations, despite a lovely continuing hard
downpour of rain. We managed in spite of
the rain to visit the Neudorf Dairy, makers of great sheeps’ milk cheese and
Neudorf Vineyard, makers of some of the best of NZ’s wines (Try the Pinot
Noir! Better than most!) Sheila loves gardens and so we toured the
Gardens of the World, in Richmond,
a most impressive creation. You should
go if you can! See our photos at Clifftops
then flew to Wellington,
the country’s capital city, and spent two nights at the James Cook Hotel. There we had a fantastic lunch at Shed 5 on
the water front and then went to the great cultural and physical history museum
Te Pape for several hours. From there,
after a long month, we headed back to the USA. See Wellington.
landed in LA after an easy trip and then went to the home of our friends, Lou
and Kathy Kravitz, in Encino. We
decompressed for the rest of the “second” March 3, and next day Lou and Kathy
took us to the Getty
Museum with an emphasis
on gardens. That evening we went to a
good restaurant that still let’s Lou in the door, called El Tiramisu, and
enjoyed some fabulous food. See Los
Angeles. From there, on to home and to
NYC apt. on March 5, 2008.
the fall of 2007, after our return from Italy, I busied myself with a series of
fishing trips, first to Montauk with friends Montauk 2007,
next to the Chesapeake to fish with friends Bernie Dormer and Jeff Williamson Chesapeake 2007,
then to the Salmon River on Lake Ontario to fish with Don O’Mara and Ken
Tutalo, an excellent guide who lives in Roscoe NY Salmon River 2007. After that, I drove in our RV, Happy Trails,
to Georgia’s Soque River
for our annual tournament of men v. women, hosted by John and Abby Jackson at
their farm on the river, Blackhawk Soque
Tournament 2007. Joined by Alex
Reeves and Allan Malamy, our team fished against a team of women including
Libby Miller and Gay Fortson and, for the first time since the tournament began
in 2003, the men won! Wonder of wonders!
there, I drove to Harkers Island
NC for four days of fishing for
false albacore, a marvelous game fish, with slow fishing Harkers Island
2007. I finished up the year with a
lovely but unproductive (except for one striped bass) day on the water at
Montauk hosted by Rich Reagan and joined by Tony Freeman (last several photos
under Montauk 2007).
and I are now settling in for the holiday season and planning our trip to New Zealand
in the month of February.
Holidays to all!
and I spent three weeks in Italy
during September 2007. We began with
three nights in Rome where we saw all the
traditional sights, including Saint Peter’s, the Sistine Chapel, the Vatican Museum, the Spanish Steps, the
Collesseum, the Catacombs, and a number of fine restaurants with fine
wine. We joined a party of 10 others on
our last day there to travel to a villa, Borgo Monticelli, in Umbria,
near Perugia. We spent 6 nights there and daily went on
tours to neighboring cities and other attractions, including Assisi,
and Perugia. We were treated to truffle hunting, wine
tasting, olive pressing and quaint off beat towns. From there we drove (tough to do in Italy!) to Venice
where we stayed in the flat of a generous friend for four nights and visited
San Marco’s Cathedral, Murano for glass blowing and Burano for lace making, as
well as the traditional gondola ride (don’t bother . . .).
we went to Bologna
to pick up son, Paul, who was with us for the rest of the trip. First, he took us to lunch in Bologna (fabulous!) and then we drove to San Geminagno,
near Siena for
three nights. From there we visited
Arezzi and other Tuscan areas. We stayed
on a farm that had its own vineyard and served superb food. Next we went to Civiteri, near Rome, and visited Etruscan
tombs. From there we drove to the Amalfi Coast
and ultimately to Positano where we stayed in a 5 star hotel, Buco di Bacci,
for two nights and took a day trip to Capri. We concluded the trip with two nights in Pompeii where we visited the ruins of Pompeii
trip! To see the photos, click on Italy. We are pleased also to post some marvelous
photos from Pipe and Dixie Piper, whom we met when we stayed at Borgo
Monticelli, click on Italy More.
Western States 2007
of August saw me fishing the west, first with son, Jack, and later with others,
including Luther Birdzell, Bob Jacklin, Josh Ober, Bert Darrow and Rod
Futerfas, and finally with Walt Rodgers. Jack and I drove Happy Trails first to Boulder CO where we
rendezvoused with Luther Birdzell and went on to fish the inlet to Grand Lake. From there, we headed for Steamboat Springs
and were delighted to be the guests of Joe and Kathy Caltigirone. Joe is a college classmate and good friend. Jack and I fished the Elk
River two days, the second day with a guide and on private
water. The second day was terrific, with
lots of fish for both of us more for Jack including a big cutthroat for
Jack. Next we moved on to Jackson Hole
and fished the Blacktail Ponds, a spring creek next to the Snake
River, and were privileged to cast to three enormous fish for
about 5 hours before giving up. We also
had a near encounter with a cow moose, who proved not to be hostile.
next stop was West Yellowstone and Bob
Jacklin, a living legend from the west, took us into park to Soda Butte
Creek. En route we were lucky enough to
spot two wolves (Bob saw thee) bringing down an elk. Wow!
Soda Butte Creek yielded many fish for us that day, including a 17” fish
for Jack and a 16” one for me. We also
fished the Lamar, getting one fish each, and finished up on the Yellowstone below Sulphur Caldron. There we found only one fish working, and
Jack was fortunate enough to get it on a dry fly, a beautiful big cutthroat
going 3 pounds or more. Congratulations,
day, I took Jack to the Bozeman
airport and he left for home in DC. I
went on to have dinner with Josh and Adrianne Ober at the Mint Café in nearby Belgrade. Next day Josh and I fished the Madison at the downstream end of Bear Trap Canyon and each managed one fish. From there I drove to Chico Hot Springs
Resort in Pray 30 miles south of Livingston, in Paradise Valley, and stayed
there two nights with a couple of visits with friend and owner, Mike Art. Monday, Aug. 20 I fished Armstrong’s Creek,
the famous spring creek. Fish were
rising all over and I could not figure out how to catch them. But a lovely day in any event. Next time I will bring a guide!
Chico Hot Springs I drove to Rigby, Idaho, near Idaho Falls,
where Harley Reno hosted me at his lovely home and floated me on the Snake River (main stem) for two days of fascinating
streamer fishing with small rods. Harley
and his lovely wife, Sharon, are fabulous people and I am deeply grateful to
them for hosting a stranger for two days in their home. Sheila and I look forward to hosting them in
NY and Livingston Manor in December.
there, I traveled back to Yellowstone
Park and fished Saturday
morning, Aug 24, on Soda Butte Creek using Harley’s flies and method and was
wonderfully successful with the fish. Hooray,
Harley! That evening I joined Bob
Jacklin, Bert Darrow and Rod Futerfas for a trip into the mountains to fish for
brook trout on a little known pond, where we all had fish, but Bert took the
honors with nine of these lovely creatures.
I traveled from West Yellowstone to Livingston where I picked up Walt Rodgers and we drove on to the Bighorn River 60
miles southeast of Billings
MT. There we stayed at the Bighorn RV Campground,
hosted by Carol Snyder, and fished for three days with great guide Jim
McFadyean. Walt and I had fireworks
fishing. Nymphing could not miss and
there was a lot of dry fly action. At
the end of the three days we had between us about 200 fish, mostly 16-18” with
a few up to 20” and 22”. You could not
ask for better fishing. On August 29
Sheila and I celebrated our 36th Wedding Anniversary by phone.
30 came and I delivered Walt to Billings and
started my way home, with a stop on Sept. 2 at the home of Bruce and Angie
Settell in Loveland OH where we enjoyed a fine reunion. Fishing the west was great. We got there as the heat wave ended and the
restrictions against fishing after 2 p.m. came off all the rivers. If you would like to see the photos, please
click on West 2007.
July I was privileged to travel to Iceland for my first (and probably
my last) salmon fishing trip to this fabled isle. What a lovely fantastic geologic
experience! And such wonderful people! And the women are all you have heard, all
super models and very pleasant as well, although nothing compared to my Sheila,
Power and Duncan Fitzwilliam and I fished 4 days total at Laxa a Adaldur and,
after an 2 day hiatus involving a spectacular drive to Reykjavik and back, another 2 and ½ days on
the Fljotaa, a much smaller and equally productive river to the west of the Big
Laxa. The setting was magnificent, amid
snow covered peaks and grand u-shaped valleys, we trod many beats expecting
salmon to leap to our flies at any moment.
Trouble was, the fish did not come in with anywhere the numbers
needed. We all did catch some fish, but
not many and not big. Lovely area and
grand people, but not to draw one back, given the terribly slow fishing we
experienced. Total: At the Laxa I
managed to land 3 fish out of maybe 4 hookups and at Fljotaa landed 3 out of
5. If you want to see the very many
pictures, click on Iceland.
23rd I departed Livingston Manor in Happy Trails, our Vista Cruiser
RV, for my drive to Goose Bay Labrador, for the third year in a row. It is a wonderful drive through the
wilderness of Quebec and Labrador,
a full 1400 plus miles, taking three days.
Arriving in Goose Bay, Happy Trails is the guest of Fred and Betty
Goudie, our good friends in Goose Bay, while I fly into Wulff
Lake on the Sandhill River
for salmon fishing. This year my very
old friend and good fishing buddy, Walt Rodgers,
joined me for a full two weeks on the Sandhill.
Our fishing was slow, to say the least.
No fish were in the river when we arrived and a few came in the first
week. I managed to hook and land one
small grilse all week. The second week
got better. The fish came in (there is a
counting station downstream and we got reports of a lot of large fish in the
river as well as many grilse), but the fish had “lock-jaw.” Yes, we did hook some, but not many came to
our flies. I managed for the two weeks
to hook 12 but land only 3, far below our usual number of encounters on that
wonderful river. But takes do not really
matter to me as I practice catch and release anyway. There is also an abundance of brook trout in
the river and there, in a departure from normal practice, we do not do catch
and release. They made up a fine
addition to our breakfasts. But only in
a place like this where there is no danger to the population will I keep fish. We flew out on July 11 and I headed home on
July 13, arriving on Sunday, July 15. If
you would like to see photos of the trip, click on Labrador 2007.
Western Maryland Outing
early June 2007, I traveled to the very far western end of Maryland to meet with 80 or so of my great fishing
buddies and fish some of those famous streams.
Friday, June 8, Jim Klein and I floated the North Branch of the Potomac
with superb guide Harold Harsh, each catching 10 or so smallish fish, the
largest being Jim’s 14 inch rainbow.
Next morning, Jim, Allen Damon, Nat Worden and George Beatty and I
repaired to the nearby Youghigany River, within the Mississippi watershed! There we found low water and a lot of
chubs. I managed one 8 inch wild brown
trout, lovely to see in my pictures, including underwater shots. In the afternoon we all, except for George,
went to the Laurel Run access point to the North Potomac, way upstream from
where Jim and I floated the river, and there found a perfectly beautiful
unspoiled river. Alas, we went too late
and found water temperature to be 74 degrees.
I did manage one nice 14” rainbow, but quit fishing when I found the
temperature so high. To see the
pictures, click on Western Maryland.
Princeton Reunions 2007
and I traveled to Princeton at the end of May
for 4 days of celebration with my classmates in the Class of 1962 of our 45th
reunion. We both enjoyed catching up
with many of my good friends from many years ago. We surely had a fine time. Friday night was interrupted by a serious
thunderstorm that drove us inside for much of the evening. Saturday mid
day we joined in the P-Rade, a march of members of every class attending
reunions through the campus ending in a review by officials of the
University. We attended a memorial
service in honor of our departed classmates and found it very moving. Late Saturday night we enjoyed a great
fireworks show. You may see photos by
clicking on Princeton
last week of May 2007 I joined 10 of my good friends from the Anglers Club of
New York for a week of fishing for bonefish, that most wonderful of salt water
game fish, at Rickmon Lodge on South Abaco.
We arrived in the midst of clouds and rain and thunder and lightning and
skittish fish. So, a good time was had
by all. We did catch fish, and really
enjoyed each other’s company. But we did
not catch a lot of fish. See photos at Abaco.
buddy Michael Blakely and I traveled to southern Patagonia (Santa Cruz) for 17 consecutive days of fly
fishing in April. First, we fished for
sea-run brown trout on Rio Gallegos for 9 days, staying at Las Buitreras, an
excellent lodge an hour west of the city of Rio Gallegos,
the capital of the state of Santa Cruz. The lodge is owned by Loop Tackle, the great
Swedish tackle manufacturer (think a combination of Sage and Simms and you have
Chairman, Christer Sjoberg, fished the lodge the same week and proved to be an
extraordinarily convivial fellow -- fish with him if you ever get a chance -- you
will seldom be unentertained. Fishing
was slightly slow with a slug of high water coming through during the first
several days, but then the river turned on somewhat and all were catching
fish. My own success was for 5 fish, the
largest a lovely sea-bright 18 pound female, followed by a 17 pound male that
had been in the river for a number of months and hence was much darker. I learned to master the two-handed rod, using
a Sage TCR 14’ I had recently purchased and a Rio Skagit line with variable
heads, mostly using a Type III but sometimes and intermediate head. As for flies, we used size 10 and 12 bead head
nymphs when the water was low but switched to articulated leaches and woolly
buggers when the water was higher.
Michael and I plus four fellows from Washington
State drove with guides three hours north
to Piedra Buena (Good Rock) on the Santa
Cruz, a much bigger river than Rio Gallegos. We fished this river for 5 days, going 80
miles upstream from Piedra Buena, on Estancia San Ramon, a 1 ½ hour drive. We experienced magnificent scenery. Fishing was a little slow. Most of us had 2 or 3 fish. One fellow, Paul Nelson, got 9. I managed to get one lovely 12 pound male and
also to lose another fish. Again, I used
the two handed rod exclusively.
five of us traveled to a remote lake, called “Jurassic Lake”
because of the giant rainbows that thrive there. We fished for two days, catching an aggregate
of 150 fish, none under 6 pounds. I
managed to get 31, my largest being 13 pounds.
Michael caught what I think was the largest of those two days, a 20
pound fish, his first one to boot. For
this fishing I started by using a one handed rod. By the middle of the first afternoon, I tired
of the tough casting, using the double haul to get distance all the time, and
switched back to the two handed rod, using it to do overhand casting and
getting great distance that way as opposed to spey casting. This worked wonderfully and I got to the fish
easily and was able to hook many and land most.
see my own pictures, click Patagonia 2007. To view the pictures of our week provided by
the lodge on Rio Gallegos, click Las Buitreras. To view the pictures of our fishing on the Santa Cruz
provided by our consummate guide, Mario Zwetzig,
click Santa Cruz.
was truly exceptional trip to a number of remote areas and its memories will
live long for me.
Soque April-May 2007
April and I drive from Livingston Manor south, for 1000 miles, to Clarkesville,
Georgia, and to Blackhawk on the Soque, a fabled river with enormous
trout. There I met four fishing buddies,
Marc Whitehead, Steve Moss, John Lyons and Lucien Kneipf, all fellow member of
a lovely club of fishermen centered in NYC.
We were the guests of John and Abby Jackson, proprietors of Blackhawk,
the one mile stretch of the Soque, where these enormous trout live. We spent two days harassing these wonderful rainbows
(mostly) and browns. We used nymphs,
wooly buggers, leaches, and in the afternoon we turned to dry flies, beetles
and grasshoppers and other large protein appearing bugs. What a hoot!
Big fish on dry flies on a 3 weight rod and taking vigorously and
fighting hard. We had a ball. Our great guides, George, Andy and Sonny,
enjoyed all the mayhem. What a wonderful
two days! Tight lines to John and Abby,
to our great guides and to all my fishing buddies. See the photos at Soque
Klein, George Beatty, Rollie Schmitten
and I, the Foggy Bottom Boys, met at Blackhawk on the Soque near Clarkesville Georgia Nov.
18-19 to team up against the Soque Sisters, four gals, Abby, Candy, Missy and
Barbara (Rollie’s wife) in a “fish off” between non-celebrities. This was a
rematch of the contest held in 2003 and again in 2005. As before, the ladies beat the men hands down. But we all had a terrific time. Enjoy our pictures! Click on Soque 2006
Harkers Island 2006
buddy, Sebastian O’Kelly, and I fished for false albacore out of Harkers Island,
near Cape Lookout, in North Carolina
in early November. Our guides were Stick Sandlin and Brian Horsely. We had two days of splendid fishing and one
when we were blown off the water. Great
action and lots of fish for both of us.
Great time! Click on Harkers Island
Our Fall travel to Montana and Wyoming
and I headed west in our RV, “Happy Trails,” on Sept. 23, intending to do some
fishing in Montana and Wyoming.
En route, we visited my college roommate, Tyll Van Geel and his wife,
Katie, at their home near Rochester. We had a delightful reunion, as you will see
from the pictures, including a single malt tasting. Yummee!
From there we traveled to Illinois,
stopping first to visit our friend, Carol Cozzi Johnson, near Chicago who
bestowed lovely chocolates and bread upon us.
From there we went to Davis, IL, on the Wisconsin border, and visited Sheila’s sister,
Mary Ellen Volscho and her husband, Tom, in the house they recently moved to
from Connecticut. Then, we went on west following Route 20,
through Iowa and Nebraska
and into Wyoming, through Thermopolis (great hot springs!) and Cody
(remember Buffalo Bill?) and across Yellowstone Park to West Yellowstone, after
6 days of travel.
in West Yellowstone, we fished with famous
guide, Bob Jacklin, and his charming wife, Sharon. First, we attacked the Lamar River
in the park, seeking to raise some cutthroats to our flies, mainly slate-winged
olives size 14 and 16. The fish were
uncooperative, except for a couple that we seemed to lose instead of land. Next day, Bob and I fished the Madison at various points
near W. Yellowstone, again with mostly uncooperative fish. “You should have been here next time . .
.!” Fishing with Bob is a super treat
and, of course, we will go back to the area and look forward to it.
next stop was Red Lodge, MT, not far from Billings,
on one of Montana’s
many “Rock Creeks.” There, we were the
guests of our good friends, Greg and Kathy Matthews, who mainly live in Florida but enjoy their
Red Lodge home as often as they can.
Greg was due in two days after we arrived, and in the interim I fished
with another good friend, Doug McClelland.
We fished the Stillwater River near its confluence with the Yellowstone. Using only streamers, we had some action, but
not a bonanza as we had hoped. Greg
arrived with another friend of his, Don Fowler, who was in Montana for the first time. We went over the Beartooth Highway (spectacular as you
will see from the pictures) and fished several spots on the Clarks Fork, again
finding uncooperative fish.
and I next drove from Red Lodge back to Thermopolis. There, I had one of the best days of fishing
ever, on the upper Bighorn with guide John Schwalbe just downstream from
Thermopolis. The fish were rising all
day to tricorithides, a small white fly for you non-fishers, and would
occasionally grace my fly with attention.
By the end of the day I had enjoyed a good number of encounters with the
rainbows, all 16 to 19 inches long and very energetic. Some I even landed! (and released, of course). But it gets better. The river was perfectly beautiful (see the
pictures) with Russian olive trees on the banks and yellowing aspens in the
background, against gentle hillsides of the arid countryside. And!
We were the only fishermen on the river
-- we saw no one else all day
long! A river to return to, no
doubt! Let’s keep it a secret!
Springtime and Summer in the Catskills
saw us doing a lot of preparation for hiking the Appalachian
Trail. Making equipment,
preparing food, working out and biking and hiking to get in shape. Some of my pictures are available for viewing
at Hiking in the
Catskills. I never got
to start the trail. Our flood on June 28
caused enough damage to our cellar and crawl space that I had to do clean up
duty for the next two months and by then, we were into fall and so Sheila and I
said let’s go fishing and thus we departed for Montana and Wyoming (see
above). Next year? Maybe.
Maybe sections between our planned travels and fishing trips. But I am not sworn to do the whole trail end
to end in one year, or necessarily do the whole trail ever. We will see how that dream develops in the
next year or two. I treasure all I
learned in preparing all my equipment and food and plan to make good use of it
on shorter back packing trips in any event.
a business meeting in Washington DC (for my one, beloved client) at the end of June caused
a delay in the hike and an opening for me to join Dickson Despommier for a trip
to Andros Island, Bahamas, in pursuit of bonefish in
early June. We took lots of pictures on
the new Pentax Optio 10, an underwater camera with lots of features. That trip was plagued with wind and clouds
and very spooky fish, resulting in a pretty low catch rate. I returned in December, unaccompanied until
Dick joined me for the last day. This
trip was also subject to heavy wind and lots of clouds. The fish often would not come onto the flats
and instead hunkered down in deeper water.
I did have one spectacular day, however.
Rupert Leadon, owner of the Andros Island Bonefish Club, and a
consummate guide. Took me to the west
side of Andros and we had good sunshine and
light wind and hungry fish. My biggest
was a remarkable 9-pound fish. My total
fir this day was 20 magnificent bonefish, twice the total number I had
previously caught on the trip! That is
what keeps you coming back . . .
Pictures from both trips are available at Bahamas 2006.
sooner back from DC than old buddy Walt Rodgers
called to tell me I was needed to fill a hole in a Labrador
salmon trip at the end of June. And so,
I drove off to Labrador to join the group for
another week of salmon fishing on the Sandhill with some good old and new
friends. Nice week, although the fishing
was a little slow. And I got to catch up
with Fred and Betty Goudie in Goose
Bay. Nice drive.
Everyone should do it . . . 1453
miles, including 500 on gravel road.
Pictures available at Labrador 2006.
Livingston Manor Flood 2006
I was about to get on a float plane to fly into salmon camp, Sheila called to
tell me she was evacuating from our home in Livingston Manor because of a
flood. Fortunately, a friendly neighbor
rescued her and helped her and others, including son, Jack, with initial
clean-up. The rest was reserved for the
errant fisherman upon his return. And so
a further delay in our planned hike.
Sometime, I will get to do it . . .
Pictures of our flood (and clean up) are available at Flood
Our Earlier Travels --
Where We Have Been, Where We Have Fished, Guides We Have Fished
with . . . and Updates On Where We Are Now
wife, Sheila and I are currently in Paris for a month, visiting our son, Paul
and his girlfriend, Olga, visiting the French countryside and spending a week over
New Years with my cousins in Norway where we plan to do some skiing in central
Norway. We flew over Wednesday, Dec. 7
and promptly caught colds from Paul and Olga.
We slept a lot and then started doing some Paris walking. Olga and I walked the 2 miles up to the Eiffel Tower
and then I walked home by way of the Seine. I also did some running out along the Seine. Saturday,
Paul took us all to Fontainebleau
where we saw INSEAD, the business school he attended in 2003, and the chateau
servants’ quarters where he roomed at that time. We also enjoyed crepes in Moray on the Liong River. Still fighting colds, we put off our
departure for the countryside to Tuesday, Dec. 13, and then we drove (some
challenge) out of Paris toward Normandy.
and I stayed in Bayeux, a charming country
French town in Normandy, near the D-Day
beaches and went to see the Bayeux tapestry,
done in 1066 to commemorate the successful conquest of Britain by William the
Conqueror. Then we headed off for the beaches, and then returned to
Bayeaux. Next day went to Mont St. Michel for touring and then spent the night in
St. Malo, another 30 miles west. Friday, we returned to Paris
and picked up Paul and Olga and then went down to Burgundy for a weekend of great wine and
wonderful food. We are finding that it is hard to get bad food in France
. . .
following week we are in a borrowed apartment in the center of Paris with access to all
the great museums and so forth and some Christmas shopping. Our other
son, Jack, will arrive on Dec. 23 so that we will all spend Christmas
together. Dec. 27 Jack, Sheila, Jack and
I flew to Oslo
and spent New Years with our cousins, John Morten Beyer-Arnesen and his wife,
Marie Anne, and Knut Erik Beyer Arnesen and his wife, Gro, and their two sons,
Magnus and Oystein. We spent one day in Oslo, visiting Frogner
Park and also the Nobel Peace
Center. Then we went to their farm in central Norway
for some good cheer and some skiing, both downhill and cross country.
on Jan. 3, we returned to Paris
for another week. The following day we
borrowed Paul’s car again and headed back to Normandy.
There we visited Porte en Bressin-Huppain, a lovely fishing town near
Bayeaux, toured the American cemetery at Utah Beach,
and managed to visit the d’Issigny Caramel factory. Next day, we went to St. Vaast la Hougue,
visited a marvelous church in Montarville, drove through Cherbourg
(no umbrellas . . .) and got to Cap la Hague, the far northwest corner of Normandy. Saturday, we returned to Paris,
visited with Paul and went to Barbizon
to dine at L’Angelus, a fine restaurant, with Paul and Olga. We returned to the U.S.
on Jan. 10 and then enjoyed Livingston Manor as we prepared for our next trip,
in February, to Hawaii
for the marriage of our nephew, Keoni Shultz and his fiancé, Cheryl. While there, we also visted Maui,
drove to the top of Haleakala and did the road to Hana and back. If you would like to see our pictures, click
here on Hawaii
Next? Well, I am planning to hike the Appalachian
Trail, starting in May or June in Maine and
heading south to Georgia. In deference to Sheila, I may do a section of
the trail and then return home for a while to help around the house some before
I resume my hike. If that all comes off,
I will be sure to post updates on my travels on this web site. But more of that for later.
is a very hard life, but someone has to do it . . .
Pictures? Well, if you click on France 2005-06 you
will see our French pictures, and if you click on Norway 2005-06 our
Fishing? Why, yes, in fact, I did some fishing. Where, well, on the Seine! Yes, not too productive, but fishing
nonetheless. See my pictures of French
Fishing on the Seine.
please have wonderful holidays and a Happy New Year!
Our Odyssey of 2005
In 2005, my wife,
Sheila, and I (Terry) went all out in our pursuit of fly fishing. Starting in January, when we fished the Owens
River in the Sierras of California, as we describe below, we went on to fish
the following: Hawaii in April and May
in four spots and then in June in Pennsylvania.
Next, we drove our new RV “Happy Trails” to Montana
and fished the Smith and Missouri in Montana in June. Then, in July, we drove back to the Catskills
of New York and then on to Labrador where we fished for salmon and then drove
on to Newfoundland and back to New York. Next, in August, we drove back to Montana and fished Cache Creek, a tributary of the Lamar,
which in turn is a tributary of the Yellowstone, in Yellowstone Park. From there, we drove to British Columbia and
fished four areas: the Elk River in
Fernie, the Dean River near Bella Coola, the Spatsizi Wilderness in north
central B.C., and finally the Kispiox (and Skeena and Bulkley) in the
Hazeltons, B.C. What a year! We share some of our many photos below. To see a full written description of our
travels, click here. To view a PowerPoint presentation giving an
overview of the travels, click here.
Lou Kravitz and I fished the Lower Owens River in Bishop
CA in the high Sierra Nevada
mountains on January 30, 2005. Slow
fishing. Good time. 4-5 fish for the day. Nice rainbows. Beautiful country, with high peaks on either
side. Gary Gunsolving of the Brock Fly
Fishing store in Bishop proved a most amiable guide. Good man to spend a day with. I went back again with Lou Kravitz in
November 2005, as you will also see in these pictures, when I also fished Hot
Creek and Bishop Creek. This time, the
fishing was quite slow, but again we saw beautiful scenery.
In mid-April, I
drove to Michigan’s Muskegon River
and fished with good fishing buddy, Marc Whitehead, for steelhead. Phil Cusey, a most congenial fellow, guided
us for the second time in two years.
Fishing was slow but the fishing buddies were great company. Afterward, Marc and I drove to Chicago where I presented
a slide show on “Fly Fishing on Six Continents” to the Chicago Anglers
Wedding and Family 2005
Sheila and I
enjoyed three wonderful weeks in Hawaii
during April and May. Our main purpose
in going was to attend the wedding of my niece, Jennifer Takesono, to Shane Yu,
on the Big Island of Hawaii. But we enjoyed
many great activities on both Oahu and the Big Island
as well, as you can see in the photos we share here. Our thanks to my sister, Betsy Takesono and
her husband, Dr. Gerald Takesono, and their daughters, Jennifer and husband
Shane and Nicole and husband Adam Flowers and to my brother, Ned and his wife,
Kamaile, and their sons, Keoni and Koa and Koa’s wife Po Hai, and to Jonathan
and Paula Wong, brother and sister-in-law of Kamaile. The list goes on . . . We greatly enjoyed seeing our Norwegian relatives
also and look forward to seeing them in Norway at New Years.
Hawaii Fishing 2005
While we sojourned
in Hawaii, I
also was able to do some fishing. First,
I fished with Kevin Fauchaux for bonefish on a flat on Oahu. We managed to get one take, and the fish then
got off. Next I fished on Lake Wilson
with Stan Wright for peacock bass. Nice
day but not too much action. Finally, I
fished with Neal Isaacs for marlin out of Kona.
We managed a 50 lb. wahoo that fed the non-rehearsal dinner wedding
guests back at the hotel that evening.
Good fun, even if not on a fly rod.
Late May and early
June saw a trip that included fishing at the Henryville Club on Paradise
Stream, tributary to the Brodheads, in Pennsylvania’s Pocono Mountains, fishing
with Don O’Mara, Jim Klein and Gordon Dana, and then a continuation to
Allenbury PA on the Yellow Breeches and the Anglers’ Club Annual Outing, where
I fished with Jim Klein again and with George Beatty, my friend from Washington
DC and a recent member of AC. The
weather was hot and the fishing was generally slow, but Jim, George and I did
find some nice willing stockies in a remote creek among the ridges.
Manor Trout Parade 2005
Our town sponsors
a “Trout Parade” in early June. It is a
wonderful occasion, and I share with you my photos of this splendid event.
Smith River 2005
Sheila and I left
Livingston Manor on June 11 and headed west, on our first trip in Happy Trails,
toward Helena, Montana.
There we met up with Lewis & Clark Expeditions and our good friend
Michael Blakely for a 5-day, 60 mile float trip on the Smith
River, a tributary of the Missouri. The Smith is touted as “the most beautiful
river in North America” and it very well may
be. We 7 anglers/floaters enjoyed the
picturesque scenery and the superb services of the four guides and two
gear-boat men as we camped in a succession of lovely sites from night to
night. Montana had a lot of rain, and the river was
high and roily. Fishing was slow and we
managed to get only 5 or 6 fish each day.
Other than the slow fishing, the trip was marvelous and I recommend it
After our float of
the Smith River,
we fished for two days on the Missouri
downstream from Craig, about 40 miles downstream from Helena.
The water was high, due to unusually high rainfall in the area that
spring, and the fish were spooky, resulting in our getting only two or three a
day. Very slow. But magnificent scenery, as you will see from
the photographs. Then, we headed back to
Livingston Manor, N.Y. to prepare for our drive to Labrador.
After our travels
to Montana and the Smith and Missouri Rivers,
Sheila and I returned to New York
State’s Catskills and
refitted our RV, “Happy Trails,” for our next adventure. We drove north to Montreal and then on to
Quebec, and thence up the north shore of the St. Lawrence, across the Saginaw
River, on to Baie-Comeau, and then headed north into the interior of Quebec for
350 miles on remote gravel road, and then turned east for another 350 miles
across Labrador to Goose Bay. There,
Sheila stayed with Fred and Betty Goudie while I flew into the Sandhill River with my fellow club-mates and
fished for salmon for a week. Fishing
When I flew out
from fishing the Sandhill, Sheila and I spent several days with the Goudies in Goose Bay
and then took a ferry 100 miles overnight to Cartright and then drove 300 miles
south to the Quebec border and a ferry to Newfoundland. There we drove north 100 miles and visited
the remains of the Viking settlement from the year 1000. And we found a fabulous restaurant, “The
Norsemen,” in L’Anse au Meadows. Go
there, by all means! Next, we went south
across Newfoundland and visited with Dan and
Janine Clarke and their charming young daughter, Madison, on the Bonavista Peninsula, a must-see tourist area. Next, we went on south of St.
Johns to take a ferry to Cape
Breton and then drove
Happy on home to Livingston Manor in the Catskills.
At the end of July, Sheila and I set out on our final of our three trips,
from Livingston Manor to Red Lodge, Montana. This time we avoided Chicago’s
traffic and went via St. Louis, across Missouri and up the Missouri River to South
Dakota, then across that state and Wyoming
to Billings Montana and on to Red Lodge. There we enjoyed the wonderful hospitality of
Greg and Cathy Matthews for a couple of days before Greg and I rendezvoused
with Lou Kravitz and Robert Proctor for
our horse pack trip with Victor Taylor into Yellowstone Park’s
Cache Creek. There we had wonderful
fishing for cutthroat trout. The fish
were unsophisticated and eager to take our flies. We saw a grizzly bear in the distance. The park, as always, was beautiful. Robert suffered a horse accident as we
departed on our journey out and broke several ribs. He is recovering now, but it is a good lesson
for all of us to be wary when around horses, and not be surprised if an
unpreventable accident occurs.
Elk River 2005
Cache Creek in Yellowstone Park and our lovely sojourn with Greg and Lisa Matthews
in Red Lodge, we drove for two days north through Montana
to Fernie, British Columbia,
in the far southeast corner of that province and fished the Elk
River for two days with guide Alex Henry. The first day I caught a number of cutthroat,
but, more interesting, several good sized bull trout, the non-anadromous
version of dolly varden trout. The
second day, the sun came out and so did the large cutthroat in search of dry
flies. On my Titanium three-weight rod I
caught perhaps 40 of these beautiful fish.
Not liking the sun, the bull trout stayed away.
Dean River 2005
Sheila and I drove
900 miles across British Columbia
from Fernie to Bella Coola, on the central west coast, at the head of a
fjord. I left Sheila at Gnomes RV Park
and flew by helicopter into the Lower Dean River Camp where I fished for
steelhead for five days. The first three
days were cloudy but somewhat productive for the camp, whereas the last two
were subjected to a great deal of rain and virtually no fish. The scenery was spectacular, as was the
helicopter ride, in and out.
From Bella Coola,
we needed to get to Smithers, about 90 miles north, but a 600 mile trip, back
to the east, then north and then west again.
So, we took two days to get there, and then made contact with the
Collingwood Brothers, who sponsor fishing and other trips into the Spatsizi
Wilderness. Sheila opted to stay in the
very up and coming town of Smithers, while I flew in for 10 days of wonderful
mostly dry fly fishing for wild rainbow trout.
Most days I would be flown with a guide to a different and always very
productive stream. The scenery was
spectacular, as you will see from the photos.
I had a number of 100 fish days, and many fish on all other days. The Collingwoods run a first class lodge with
great food and fantastic staff. Check
out Spatsizi Wilderness Vacations.
River and Environs 2005
adventures in Smithers and the Spatsizi Wilderness, Sheila and I drove Happy 60
miles northwest of Smithers to the Hazelton area and the B&B of Wilfred
Lee. We stayed there for a week, along
with other anglers, and fished with guides arranged by Wilfred. I enjoyed the company of my good friend and
fishing buddy, George Beatty. We fished
mainly the Kispiox, a lovely river that flows into the Skeena, and also the
Bulkley, another tributary, and the Skeena
itself. Fishing was slow. I managed three for the week, including a
marvelous 24 lb. male on the Skeena, my
birthday fish, coming on Sept. 13, the day before my 65th
birthday. Social Security and Medicare,
here I come!
“blow-outs” in October, I finally convened with fishing buddies to do Montauk
for striped bass and blue fish (false albies had already departed, sad to
say). First, I fished with fellow
Anglers’ Club members on November 2 and 3.
Rick Bannerot, Nick Miller, Jeff Williamson and Billy Owen and I spent
two days out on the water. First day,
guide Amanda Switzer managed to get Nick and me into one of our best days ever. I know I landed around 50 blue fish and I
think Nick did the same. No stripers all
day long! Then, next day, Billy Owen and
I fished with guide Ernie French and were blown off the water by 11 a.m., after
Billy landed our one fish, a nice sized blue fish.
I returned to
Montauk on Nov. 14 with Marc Whitehead, and we fished Nov. 15 & 16 with
Ernie French. Our first morning we drove
the beach as the water was too rough to go out, but in the afternoon the wind
laid down and we ventured forth, to find about 20 or so blues a piece, along
with a few stripers. The wind came up
again and we bagged it at 12 noon.
Nov. 17 & 18
Don O’Mara, fishing buddy from the Catskills, and I fished with Jim Levison of
Double Haul Charters. The 17th
was a pretty good day and we each got around 20 fish, mostly blues, but some
stripers mixed in. The 18th
was a bit of a bust. We waited in Happy
Trails for the wind to die down until about 1 p.m. Then, Don decided to forgo further fishing
and leave for home while I went out with Jim for a few hours, and was able to
dredge up two stripers.
So ended this
year’s Montauk fishing for me. I have
learned that the big stripers came in and really turned on the next day. Well, you should have been here “tomorrow”!
Terry Shultz spent
three weeks in Australia in
September and October 2004, fishing a total of 11 days, 6 days on the Tropic
Paradise, a mothership out of Seisia, Cape York, northern tip of Australia,
and 4 days out of Weipa, 200 miles or so south of Seisia. I caught 21 species.
I will list them below. Great trip! I went on this at the behest of Dan
Blanton, noted salt water fly fisher on the West Coast. Despite some slow days,
one of my best trips ever! I plan to do it again and again, as long as I am
able. More description to follow.
Oregon Creek 2004
fishing buddy from D.C., and I drove down to the Outer Banks just before
Christmas. We fished on December 19 with
Brian Horsely, well known guide in the area.
Wonderful weather, at 55 degrees and 5 mile per hour breeze and sunny. We had one of the most spectacular days
fishing ever. At the end of the day, Seb
and I each had about 40 stripers and
blues weighing between 10 and 20 pounds in the boat! Brian, testing to see if there were fish
around with a spinning rod, had 30 in the boat!
All released, except one that Seb and I kept to share for home. Fabulous fishing! We planned to fish next day as well, but a
front came in and 18 degree temperatures, ice in the parking lot and an angry
sea persuaded us to wait for another time.
Sorry I can’t rejoin Seb for this trip this year as well.
In March 2003, my son, Jack, and I traveled to the legendary islands of New Zealand
for two weeks of perfectly wonderful fly fishing for large brown and rainbow
trout. What a trip! We fished three areas. First, we went to the southern part of the
South Island, near Gore, and fished for brown trout, landing many from 2 to 4 ½
pounds. Then we went to the middle part
of the South Island and found many fish from 4
to 6 ½ pounds! From there we went to Christ Church
and flew to the North Island, to Taupo, and were taken to Poronui Ranch, a
fisherman’s paradise, the true El
Dorado of fly fishers.
We fished for three days and on the last two we flew into a remote
river, the Ngararora, and hiked up about 6 miles fishing all the pools. We managed to find fish ranging 8 to 10
pounds, and I caught the rainbow of my lifetime, a wonderful 14 pound hen who
took my size 6 cicada imitation and gracefully came to net for pictures and
kisses before swimming away, maybe a little happier?
April 2003 found me joining buddies Marc Whitehead, Brook Taylor and
Charlie Love on the Muskegon on the lower
peninsula of Michigan,
in search of steelhead. Somewhat slow,
but you will see a few fish, not necessarily steelies . . .
Steve Sloan, Jim
Klein, Rollie Schmitten and I fish as a team against four wonderful ladies:
Candy, Gail, Missy and Abby, on the Soque
River in northern Georgia on the Blackhawk run,
courtesy of John and Abby. The ladies with an aggregate of around 9 years' experience beat the daylights out of us, with an
aggregate of about 160 years of experience! 3000-plus inches for the
ladies over two days vs. our 2300-plus inches. Oh well! Merit will
out . . .
Anyway, these fish
were real hogs and we caught them all day long every day. Great time!
Note: Steve organized this trip, and we miss him so
very much. Steve passed away in April of
2005 and left an incredible legacy of fishing successes and conservation
contributions. Bless your memory,
In November 2003 I was fortunate to join Skip and Steve Klarquist,
lawyers in Portland OR,
for two days fishing on the Deschutes, about 100 miles east of Portland
and a tributary of the Columbia. We managed two steelhead during those days,
each of which we kept, as they were clearly identified as stocked fish, and the
Klarquists eagerly anticipated smoking and eating them, which they reported
later they had done, to their great enjoyment!
Thanks, fellows, for two great days on the river.
Recovery Retreat - October 2002
In October 2002, a
friend went on a retreat sponsored by Casting for Recovery. Here is her description: “I experienced all the following:
relaxing, rejuvenating, friendship-building, practicing/learning fly-fishing
skills in casting, fly-tying and catching fish... while participating in a
Casting for Recovery Retreat held in Mont Shrine, Orkney Springs
Virginia. A voyage of relaxation of the mind while fly-fishing is the most
incredible experience I encountered - remembering to enjoy life. I'd like to thank Terry Shultz for exposing me to
fly-fishing and directing me to apply for a CFR experience. I'd like to share the following links below to
further spread information on CFR and thank the Chesapeake Women Anglers and
the Washington Cancer Center
for sponsoring this retreat.”
MISSION OF CASTING FOR RECOVERY: The mission of
Casting for Recovery (CFR) is to provide fly-fishing retreats specifically
tailored for women who have or have had breast cancer. We seek TO ENHANCE
THE LIVES OF BREAST CANCER SURVIVORS by providing retreats designed to promote
and support mental and physical healing. We are committed to the
socioeconomic and cultural diversity.
Jackie Jensen and I fish the Weber in mid-August, with many, many brookies and
rainbow and an occasional cuthroat, of somewhat small sizes but great beauty,
high in the mountains an hour east of Salt
Lake City. Then I head west for two days on the
Green and many many many magnificent and sizable rainbow and brown trout, in
the beautiful Flaming Gorge of the Green, one of the most beautiful river I
have fished. Guide Jason did a grand job of finding fish and even coaxing
them to take my fly.
What a wonderful week! I took my fishing buddy, Jim
Klein, of NYC, along for his first salmon fishing expedition third week of July
and he did marvelously. We joined my regular camp on the Blackfly River
on the eastern cost of Labrador, fishing with
Dan Mainguy, Art Collin, Sy and David Taylor, Don O'Mara
and David Kirkwood. One of our finest weeks, although we encountered low
water and fish often holding in unlikely places and avoiding the likely
No, not in Washington
State. This time we
were on a lovely stream tumbling down a Virginia
mountainside near Hot Springs
VA. Ester and her daughter
Lauren joined me for a lovely early August evening of catching tiny brook trout
and at the end of the evening we ventured downstream to larger pools and larger
fish, and voila! we finished it off with several big ones! Great time and
a place to revisit.
Guide Ray Chandler takes me to fish on one of the last days
of July in the wake of many U.S. Navy wonders and actually pick up several
mackerel and even a 10 lb. barracuda. Nice and very different kind of
fishing. Much of it was alongside the bait tenders, with their array of
seagulls and musical harbor seals. Neat day!
Visit our grand club, Henryville Conservation Club, Inc., on
Paradise Creek, a tributary of the Broadheads in the Pocono Mountains of
Pennsylvania! We had a perfectly wonderful spring, fishing here for three
or four weekends, with Cousin Ted Shultz and friends Ester Brock-Jones and Mark
Iwry. Until the drought took hold, we had glorious days of fishing
Henryville, and look forward to many more.
Late June evening, and reportage by fisherman extraordinaire,
The good news here
is that the bait (bay anchovies) is starting to concentrate. That means
breaking fish, both small stripers and tailor blues (no sign yet of trout
underneath the two) at the mouths of both the Potomac
and Patuxent. We don’t have big schools yet or non-stop surface activity but
folks should watch for birds in the open water and not just concentrate on
correspondent, along with his friends Terry (aka The Dutchman) Shultz and Ester
Brock-Jones (aka EB&J), managed an evenings fishing after work at Solomons
on Tuesday with the capable Capt. Darren Rickwood (410) 586-2319;
email@example.com. That’s two times in the last 10 days I’ve been out,
a recent personal best given care and feeding of my two little ones and a busy
day job. I’d like to keep the string going but it’s always a challenge.
We left the ramp
at 6:30 pm and headed to the Cedar Point rips at the mouth of Pax River.
It wasn’t long before we spotted the wheeling birds along with 2-3 other boats
in tow. The Dutchman and I were on the long wand using 8 weights with
intermediate lines and 1/0 Clousers; EB&J worked a Bass Assassin on the
short stick from the middle of the boat. The fish were moving pretty quickly
and there was a decent chop and wind (a t-storm had come through earlier) so it
wasn’t the easiest fishing. Still, we managed to land about dozen fish, a mix
of blues and stripers to 19", before the fish dissipated. We had hoped to
run up to the Gas Docks and fish under the lights but it was too rough and opted
instead to fish in the harbor at Solomons. We caught a couple of snapper blues
and saw some big cow-nosed rays sloshing in the shallows before calling it a
night. It was a fine evening for fishing, further enhanced by the Dutchman’s
witty repartee, off-color fishing puns and EB&J’s playful banter on all
manner of topics.
Darren, for another fine trip!
for Mid-Altantic Coast, middle bay by Sabastian O'Kelly
Potomac Guides, with Bill Kramer!
We spent a very
warm Memorial Weekend Sunday with Bill Kramer on the lower Potomac,
searching for largemouth bass, most of whom suffered from a severe case of
lockjaw! But, as always, a lovely day on the river with a most entertaining
and pleasant guide more than made up for reluctant fish . . .
River, Michigan 2002
Ken Gaines and I fish with two guides on the Muskegon first weekend in May. Fish are
scarce, but we manage to scare up a few and have a nice time despite highly
critical guides (they were competing with bonefish guides for making our time
fishing truly unpleasant).
Bob Johnson, Jack
Larkin and I fish for several days early April at Andros Island Bonefish Club
with excellent guides Brian Leadon and Dennis Leadon. Weather cooperated
and we fished a lot, mostly on the west side, and found fish and took
them. Always a great place to fish!
Flats on Chesapeake Bay 2002
Ted Shultz, Ester
Brock-Jones and I fish the Susquehanna Flats, just out of Havre de Grace, for
stripers on one of the coldest days of the year, first Saturday in April.
What do you know? Ester gets the biggest fish! And Ted, as he has
told me many times since, caught the most! Great day, even if it was only
Galasso's Guide Services
and the Gabriel 2001
Ray Chandler takes
Lou Kravitz and me out for mackerel and smelt and maybe bass from marina in Long Beach CA
on a brisk Saturday morning in February. We manage to get a lot of action
on the mackerel and then some smelt, and then all shuts down. Good day
Bob Ayres takes me
to the mountains near LA and the west fork of the Gabriel on a cold February
Sunday morning to search for some small trout. I found the smallest I
could and then whamo! he took the fly and after a long and fierce fight I was
able to land him and with great effort hold onto him for my requisite
photo. I omitted only the kiss! Enjoy. I plan to return in
October and see if I can catch one even more impressive!
and Outdoors Los Angeles
year we return to Meadow Lane Lodge in Warm Springs
VA, about 4 hours from Washington, first in February, next in
April, and then in August, to enjoy the peace and quiet and great hospitality
and lovely private water stocked with rainbow, brooks and browns. Carter
and Michelle Ancon, our innkeepers, are always most welcoming and
View the marvelous
fly-fishing adventures of Terry Shultz on his recent trek to the high country
of northern Mongolia!
See the giant Tiamen, the famed "river wolf" as Asian
waterways! See eagles soaring overhead, in search of prey on land and
water! See the grand mountain perched Yul bird, habitué of the Gobi's high
points! See downtown Ulaan Bataar and all its colors! Enjoy this
trip with Terry!
This was a grand
trip, maybe my grandest, made with several good friends: Jeff Williamson,
Charlie Thacher and Bill Heaney, all fellow club members, and with several
other good and cheerful anglers. We fished long and hard, as is the
tradition with Taimen, and managed to tease a few to take our flies. My
bragging goes for two that each went about 25 pounds and were 44"
long. What a wonderful country and wonderful people. I would like
to return . . .
Below are the
outfitters that arranged my travel and my stay in Mongolia.
famous fly fishing author and fisherman, led a 13 day trip to the Patagonia
Region of Argentina, a locale he has visited often. Also on the trip were Rip Torn, the
well-known and accomplished actor, Mike Art, proprietor of Chico Hot Springs,
Montana’s leading resort and restaurant, Don O’Mara, retired businessman from
the Catskills and Terry Shultz. We
fished three areas, the Malleo, the Caleafeu and the Traful, all famous
rivers. Due to a two year drought, the
fishing was only moderately successful, but the company and the scenery were
incomparable. We are all saddened by
Ernie’s parting in December 2005.
Here are our
family's vacation pictures from our
trip to Hawaii to attend the wedding of nephew Koa Shultz to his beautiful
Hawaiian bride, Po Hai, and to enjoy our visit for five days on Oahu and then
another five on the Big Island, with siblings and cousins and nephews and
nieces with snorkeling and feasting and throwing virgins into volcanoes!
Grand time by all. Please enjoy!