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I haven't fished the Letort since the mid 90's, so I wonder how it compares to decades ago.
I was introduced to the Letort in the early 70's by my ex brother in law. He was a member of the Letort regulars (Charlie Fox, Vince Marinaro, etc.) They ate breakfast at a market in Carlisle, talked about fly fishing, patterns, etc.
I fell in love with the Letort at first sight. Dave showed me the ropes and I caught on pretty quickly. Stealth was the order of the day. Observe, be patient, approach with caution, and the game was on.
I developed a penchant for starting on the right hand branch - a lefties dream. Watch for rooting fish (loved seeing their tails out of the water), and time your cast. We targeted bigger browns that were rooting. I was fascinating to watch them move up into the "weed beds" (cress and elodea), shake their heads, then drift back to pick up the cress bugs and freshwater shrimp. Drop a cress bug in front of them, watch for the gills to flare, then set the hook and hang on. And dismal days meant olive hatches.
It was also fascinating to sit on the bench behind Charlie's daughter's house and chat with him.
And there were few angler to disturb the fish at that time. How does this experience compare to today?
I was introduced to the Letort in the early 70's by my ex brother in law. He was a member of the Letort regulars (Charlie Fox, Vince Marinaro, etc.) They ate breakfast at a market in Carlisle, talked about fly fishing, patterns, etc.
I fell in love with the Letort at first sight. Dave showed me the ropes and I caught on pretty quickly. Stealth was the order of the day. Observe, be patient, approach with caution, and the game was on.
I developed a penchant for starting on the right hand branch - a lefties dream. Watch for rooting fish (loved seeing their tails out of the water), and time your cast. We targeted bigger browns that were rooting. I was fascinating to watch them move up into the "weed beds" (cress and elodea), shake their heads, then drift back to pick up the cress bugs and freshwater shrimp. Drop a cress bug in front of them, watch for the gills to flare, then set the hook and hang on. And dismal days meant olive hatches.
It was also fascinating to sit on the bench behind Charlie's daughter's house and chat with him.
And there were few angler to disturb the fish at that time. How does this experience compare to today?