As far back as the 1800s, private fishing clubs began to buy sections of Catskill rivers to protect their fisheries, because indiscriminate logging and overfishing were taking their toll on native trout populations.
Ramblings of a Catskill Flyfisher
For anglers living in central and western New York, fall is the time to fish tributaries of the Finger Lakes and the Great Lakes. This is the time of year when runs a pacific salmon, brown trout and land-locked Atlantic salmon begin their spawning migrations.
It seems like just the other day that we were grumbling about a late spring, cold water temperatures, high flows and lack of rising trout, and here we are, in September. One has to wonder where May, June, July and August went.
The Old Man phoned that day. He called me “ToTo.” I don’t know why, but hope it was out of some semblance of affection. He could be warm and charming at times, more often, short tempered and difficult. Probably related to his constant hip pain, medicated with various whiskies.
Those of us who have been around long enough to remember the abysmal releases of water from the Delaware System reservoirs prior to the implementation of the water releases legislation are mostly delighted with the new flow regimens. There are detractors off course, those that want more.
Willie chased flies. I went with him a few times and it was not at all productive. Willie was William Dorato, inventor of the Dorato Hares Ear, a fly he designed a long time ago, to imitate early-season mating caddis. Years ago we shared a camp on the East Branch, and if things were quiet on that river, he would get twitchy and off we’d go.
It happens each spring at the onset of the first mayfly emergences, right around mid-April. Anglers go forth with high expectations, hoping for large hatches and rising trout. And each year, there are the same tales of woe from friends who have been on Catskill rivers and observed large hatches of flies, but few or no rising trout.
Soon, the word will go out that Green Drakes are on the water. Like all species of Catskill mayflies, this one hatches religiously and on time right around Memorial Day. Like Hendrickson, it is eagerly awaited by fly fishers, because on some rivers, it causes large trout to feed.
Here we are, after a long winter of tying flies, checking equipment, talking about it with friends, and generally chaffing at the bit. It is finally Hendrickson time in the Catskill’s. At least according to the calendar, hatching charts and previous years notes, it is.