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Spring in the Catskills is off the hook!

Sullivan County Dramatic Workshop entertainers Ellen Pavloff, left, and Chelsea Riegal cuttin’ a rug at the 1920s “The Catskill Club” speakeasy fundraiser in Monticello.


April 10, 2013

Thank you, Mother Nature, for (finally) coming through. With April showers nowhere in sight, I’ve a spring in my step and have flung open the windows, hung laundry on the line and am preparing for the house cleaning that is always so good for the soul. The change of seasons awakens more than the birds, bees and darling buds of May, and this past week offered events that herald the celebration of life that we all cherish here in the Upper Delaware River Valley.

My mother was an avid enthusiast of all things trout and made sure that as kids, we were well versed in fly fishing. As a result, I was kind of “fished out” by the time college rolled around and hung up the rod and reel, but Mom never stopped and was excited to visit Roscoe, NY the last time she visited with me, a few years ago. Although it’s been known as “Trout Town USA” for a number of years, in June 2011 Roscoe was named the “Ultimate Fishing Town in the USA” by the World Fishing Network (WFN). The official website (www.roscoeny.com) states that the town won its coveted title by “having competed against 300 U.S. fishing towns over a period of three months; Roscoe won the title by receiving 267,434 votes from anglers and countless supporters of this special place.”

No small feat for a town that (at last census count) boasted a population of 541 residents. With that in mind, I decided to honor my mother and rise at the crack of dawn to observe the first cast of the season where “the world-renowned Beaverkill River and Willowemoc Creek meet in the legendary Junction Pool, home of the famous Two-Headed Trout. Here a parade of legendary pools such as Hendrickson’s, Cairn’s and Wagon Tracks begin, all of which have been challenging dry fly anglers for hundreds of years.” I arrived early, to set up some shots, and managed to hook up with New York Bureau of Fisheries representative Phil Hulbert, who was on hand to throw out the ceremonial first cast. “Roscoe has a long-standing tradition of being the center of the universe for fishers everywhere,” he reported, “and that’s good for the economy, good for tourism and good for the community.”