Gary - Email me. My email address in on the top of this website. I'll take you up on your offer.
Friday morning broke clear and cold because 37 degrees on any mid New England morning in early June is cold but in this case it was welcome as Brad and I hit the West Branch of the Westfield (known hereafter on this blog as the "WB"). This is such a relief from the torrid temperatures and bone dry conditions of last year that I'm not going to complain.
We ran into my friend Gary who gave some directions to a spot that can't be beat (I love directions like that) and we said that we would make it into that neck of the woods in a few hours.
Fishing was fun but slow until we made our way Gary's "Spot" where we began to pick up fish. Brad got hot with larvae patterns and I worked a pheasant tail. I got a mixed bag of bows and browns picking up the browns in the slower water below Brad. Brad got the bows.
The fish were in the 10 to 12 inch range and perfect for this size stream. All told we caught about 15 between us.
Saturday I met my client on the EB at the Gorge. It was good to see that the water was down and that the fish were not clustered in pods like newly stocked fish usually are. My client hadn't fly fished in 15 years but the rust easily wore off (he lived in Montana so we expect a quick re-learning curve) and we were quickly into fish at the Bliss Pool. A nice brown came to the net at Chronicle Corner also. We ran into fly fishermen who all claimed fish caught, not in the post stocking bragging numbers but in those "I had a good day" numbers.
That's all we ask for!