After a long and chilly winter, it’s time to get out the fishing gear and enjoy some of Clarke Sanford’s trout tales, and memories of the fine fishing spots up and down the Delaware before they were sacrificed to the Pepacton Reservoir in 1954.
Let’s start with a tale of a dry fly purist who is sold on new technology as fast as a 15-year-old today for an iPhone 6.
May 6, 1949
Hank is a Catskill trout fisherman. For many years he has fished, with dry fly, all the good trout waters of the area. The pools of the Delaware, the Plattekill, Bushkill and Huckleberry are as familiar as his back steps.
He’s a good fisherman. He takes home five or six trout though he could fill a basket anytime. He is ready to argue at the drop of a claret gnat against the bait fisherman. He leaves one with the impression a fisherman who uses other than flies to take trout commits a grave error against the sportsman’s code.