Weeks later, after a long day’s fishing with Ed and Jim Graham, I asked if they had enough energy left to go exploring. Their reply was affirmative. We wore our waders, but left our rods in the car, since time was short. I now had a general idea of how to reach the river. Thirty minutes later, we were standing in the prettiest water a Catskill fly fisher could imagine. We had found two picture-perfect pools separated by a long fast riffle. We took several pictures and then headed back to the car. Unfortunately, Jim and Ed had to leave for White Plains the following morning. Barb and I would be packing the cars for the long trip back to Texas.
Months later, as I sit at my fly tying bench, a Texas thunderstorm is bringing much-needed rain to this parched state. The pictures of the hidden pools are before me. I can close my eyes and dream of May 2012. Dream on angler, dream, till May, with its sunshine, mayflies and rising trout.