Fly Fishing in the Catskills

This photo on Man Repeller caught my eye today because--

It's the first day of FISHING SEASON!

(File that one under "Things I Did Not Know/Care About Back in Brooklyn".)

Last summer, when we were looking for inn locations around here, my dad took Steven fly fishing out in Roscoe.

They caught all KINDS of things, and ever since then he's been, well, hooked.

This year, Steven is stoked to have his own gear and, more importantly, his very own 'crik' to fish in: the West Kill.

This morning it was loud and frothing from the melting snow. It's supposed to be in the 50s this week so it should swell quite a bit in the next few days.

For all your fisher(wo)men out there, fly fishing legend Art Flick used to live here on the West Kill. In fact, he ran a hotel at the other end of the valley where Route 42 meets Spruceton Road.

The building, unfortunately, no longer exists. I've heard a mix of stories as to why but most of them involve a fire. Either way, Art Flick's fly fishing legend lives on in his famous book:

P.S. We watched "A River Runs Through It" last night to get stoked for the opening of the season and OH MY GOD Brad Pitt is good looking it was so boring.