From Mid-June Through September we spent the greater part of the day fishing dry.  In the earl days an Adams, Gray Wulff, and Joe’s Hopper worked just fine.  A dozen would last a week.  I fished my grandmother’s bamboo rod and our family didn’t fish a nymph until I did so secretly as a teenager.  Today the thousands of beautiful flies in hundreds of fly-shop bins that match perfectly the prolific hatches of pale morning dun mayflies, bluewinged olives, Tricos, caddis flies-and let’s not forget the wild and crazy hoppers!
-would get a loud “harrumph” from Fred.  But even Granddad could not argue when I  showed up with a state-of-the-art Fenwick fiberglass rod and slick Scientific Anglers Supreme line.  That was 1968, and I remember counting out my lawn-mowing money for the rod, $39. < previous - next >