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.

Snow 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.

Soque 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


Most 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


As 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.


Andros 2014


In 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 2014.


Baja 2014


Late 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 2014.


Sheila’s 50th College Reunion


Sheila 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 Reunion 2014.


Delaware River Fishing


Lucky 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


In 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 2014.


Livingston Manor’s Trout Parade 2014


We 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 Parade 2014. 




Late 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 Months


In 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!


Andaman Islands


Almost 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 here:  Angling Report Fishing Summary 2013.




Late 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.


North India


In 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.


Following 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 Islands


Once 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


After 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.


Jasper 2013


On 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 Rica.  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


From 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 River 2013.


Alaska at Kanektok 2013


One 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 in Anchorage, 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


The 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


From 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.


Olympic Peninsula


After 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


I 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 River 2013.


Kootenai 2013


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 2013.


Madison 2013


Mark 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 2013.


Yellowstone Park 2013


Every 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.


Bighorn 2013


From 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 2013.


Clark Fork 2013


From 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 Fork 2013.


Secret Place Number 4 2013


The 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.


Missouri 2013


From 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


From 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


Next 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


From 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


After 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


The 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 Creek 2013.


Holter Dam 2013


After 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 Dam 2013.


Lower Madison 2013


From 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


Roman 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.


Beaverhead 2013


Next 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 2013.


Nelson’s Creek 2013


For 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


I 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


In late May, I drove to Aberfoyle ON, near Guelph, 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.


Chesapeake 2013


Second 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 2013


I 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 June 2013.


Florida Keys 2013


Late 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 Florida’s 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. 


Undaunted, 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.  Adrian 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.


Sanibel 2013


After 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 2013.


Soque 2013


As no 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 2013. 


Costa Rica


Mid-January 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.


After 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 Beaching. 


In 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.




Remarkably, 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 from Norway, 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.




Tennessee 2012


From 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


Another 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


Sheila 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


Two 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 . . . ). 


The 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. 


Again, 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


After 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. 


First, 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 Marquette.


From 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. 


Then 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 Idaho 2012. 


Next, 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.


From 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. 


After 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.


From 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.


Not 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.


So, 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 Horn 2012.


How 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 me! 


Next 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.


Sunday, 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.


For 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.


John 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 2012. 


Continuing 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 2012.


Finishing 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.


And 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.


From 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.


Finally, 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.


What 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


Five weeks away, fishing in Newfoundland, Labrador and New Brunswick, and a visit to friends in Vermont, a good time it was, but slow fishing. 


First, 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.


After 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. 


I 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 2012.


After 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.


The 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.


Next, 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.


June 2012


June 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.


A 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 Salem Museum 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.


Being 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 2012


In 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


We 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.




Late 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. 


After 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.


Next, 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!


After 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


My 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


From 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 River 2011.


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.


Tennessee 2011


After 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.


Soque 2011


Once 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 2011.


Margaree 2011


In 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.


Alaska 2011


Late 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.


Florida 2011


Tarpon 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 2011.


Roscoe Parade 2011


Roscoe 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 Parade 2011.


Delaware June 2011


Gardner 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.  Gardner 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.


Trout Parade


Livingston 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 Parade 2011.




Early 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 June 2011.




Late 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 city, Dakar, where we both saw the sights and fished. 


On 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.


From the delta country we drove several hundred miles southeast, through Kaolack and then Tambacounda (see map) to the Niokolo Kobo National 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 National Parc. 


While 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 Village. 


From 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 17th centuries.


On 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 Farm.


Next, 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.


Grand 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.






Mid 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 Belmont (south 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


Our 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 October 2010.


Montana, Idaho and Wyoming


In 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 Hole Area.


From 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.


Next, 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.


After 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.


Following 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.


Sonja 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


Late 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 visions. 


From 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.


We 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.


Cesme, 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.


We 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!).


We 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.


Next 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.


After 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.


Next 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.


We flew back to Istanbul and had another party with friends, eating and imbibing late into the night.  Click on Istanbul 3. 


The 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 Scotia


Late 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.




In the middle of June, Dave Rodgers and I enjoyed a 5 day canoe trip into Ontario’s Algonquin Provincial Park 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.  


Restigouche 2010


The 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 “lock-jaw.” 


So, 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 2010.


May 2 2010 Hike


My 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 2010 Hike.


Beaverkill Fishing


Alex 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 Fishing 2010.


Soque April 2010


Walt Rodgers and I drove to the Soque in northeast Georgia 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 April 2010.


Delaware River


In 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.


Recent Photos


Here 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 on Christmas 09, Beamoc 2010 & Skiing.


Road Trip 2010


Mid-February 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. 


Heading South


First 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.


Then 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.




From Atlanta we headed to Florida, hoping for warm weather, but not finding much.  We made four stops in this state.


First, 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!


Then, 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.


We 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)!


From 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 that Florida suffered a massive fish kill from the cold this year, losing perhaps a third of all its game fish.  This was a tragic development!


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 Coral Gables 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!


Click on Florida.


Heading West


We 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! 


From 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 you all!


We 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. 


Then 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.


Touring Arizona


We 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.


Sedona 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.


We 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.


Next 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!


While 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.


As 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.




With 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!


Next 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.


Heading Home


We 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, Illinois, Indiana and finally to Loveland OH, near Cincinnati.  There we visited Bruce and Angie Settell, friends from our time in Washington. 


At 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. 


The 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!


Click on Denver & Drive Home.



From 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.

Soque Tournament

Late 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

The 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

Following 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 famous Pennsylvania 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.


From 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.

From 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.

Next 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.

At 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.


In 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.


What 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.  http://www.adgfish.com/ 

Labrador 2009

After 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 2009.

White Mountains 2009

From 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

After 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

We 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

Holston River TN

Mid 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

From 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


From 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

From 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

Next, 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

Ten 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.

Stocking Fish

Other 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

Once 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

Friends 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.

Soque 2008

Sheila 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.


From 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.  Great trip!

Moose Creek

August 11 to 15 I enjoyed four days of fishing Moose Creek, a tributary of the Selway, in Idaho, 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 Sonja.

White Mountains

August 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

Nearby Roscoe and the upper part of the Beaverkill River experienced 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. 

July 2008

Ted 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 Route. 

Our 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. 

Next 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. 

On 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 Upper River.

Tuesday, July 15, was our last day on the river.  In the morning, we floated Blackville to Quarryville.  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. 

What 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 2008

Early 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.

Next, 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.

The 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 2008

Early 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 2008.  Next, 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 Outing 2008.

February 2008

Sheila 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!

We 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 Bar.

We 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.

From 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

Next 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.

After 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.

What 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.

That 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 Taon River, 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 photos. 

Next, 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 Retreat.

We 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.

We 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. 

What a trip!!!

Fall 2007

During 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! 

From 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).

Sheila and I are now settling in for the holiday season and planning our trip to New Zealand in the month of February.

Happy Holidays to all!


Sheila 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, Siena, Florence, 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 . . .). 

Next 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 and Herculaneum. 

Wonderful 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

Most 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. 

Our 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, Jack!

Next 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!

From 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. 

From 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.  Hooray, Bert!

Next 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.

August 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.


Late 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, of course!

Bobby 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.

Labrador 2007

June 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

In 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

Sheila 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 Reunions 2007.

Abaco Island, Bahamas

The 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.

Argentina 2007

Fishing 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 Loop).  Loop’s 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. 

Next, 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.

Finally, 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. 

To 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.

This was truly exceptional trip to a number of remote areas and its memories will live long for me. 

Soque April-May 2007

Late 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 April-May 2007. 

Soque 2006

Jim 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

Fishing 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 2006.


Westward Ho!  Our Fall travel to Montana and Wyoming     

Sheila 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. 

While 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.

Our 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. 

Sheila 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!

You may see my photos by clicking on Montana and Wyoming.


Springtime and Summer in the Catskills

Spring 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.

Bahamas 2006

Then 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. 

Labrador 2006

No 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

As 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 2006.

Our Earlier Travels  --  Where We Have Been, Where We Have Fished, Guides We Have Fished with  . . .  and Updates On Where We Are Now

Paris 2005

My 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. 

Sheila 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 . . .

The 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.


Then, 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 2006. 


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.


It 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 Norway pictures.


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. 


Meanwhile, please have wonderful holidays and a Happy New Year!


Terry and Sheila


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. 

Owens River 2005

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.

Michigan 2005

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 Club. 

Hawaii 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.

Pennsylvania 2005

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. 

Livingston 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 to others. 

Missouri River 2005

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.

Labrador 2005

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 was terrific! 

Newfoundland 2005

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.

Cache_Creek 2005

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

After fishing 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. 

Spatsizi Wilderness 2005

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. 

Kispiox River and Environs 2005

After our 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!

Montauk 2005

After several “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”! 

Australia 2004

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                                                                                                      

Sebatian O’Kelly, 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.


New Zealand 2003

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? 

Michigan 2003

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, Steve. 

Deschutes 2003

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. 


Casting for 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.   

Utah 2003

Wally Lloyd, 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. 

Labrador 2002

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 ones. 

The Cascades, Hot Springs VA 2003

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.


San Diego Harbor  2002

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!

Henryville in the Poconos 2002-03

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.

Potomac and Patuxent 2003

Late June evening, and reportage by fisherman extraordinaire, Sebastian O'Kelly: 

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 structure.

Your faithful 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; captdarren@chesapeake.net. 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.

Thanks again, Darren, for another fine trip!

Article written for Reel-Time.com  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 . . . 

Muskegon River, Michigan 2002

Marc Whitehead, 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). 

Andros Island, Bahamas 2002

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!

Susquehanna 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 for them! 

Mark Galasso's Guide Services

Long Beach 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 anyway!

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!

Fishing and Outdoors Los Angeles

Meadow Lane Lodge 2002

Throughout the 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 gracious. 


Mongolia 2001

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

Sweetwater Travel Company


Argentina 1999

Ernie Schwiebert, 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.


Hawaii 2002

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!



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