A long day’s journey into paradise
That August, we spent six days fishing the Beaverkill and Willowemoc. Barb’s first fly-caught trout was taken from the Beaverkill: A fat brown of 11 inches, that fell for a size-14 Leadwing Coachman wet fly. That particular fly accounted for over half of the fish we took that week. We did not realize it, but it was Isonychia time on both rivers. Dumb luck led us to use the proper fly for early August.
Neither of us realized what a long trail still lay ahead. It has gone uphill and down, yet it has been great fun all the way. Wherever you are, thank you Ray Bergman.