The Appalachian Willow fly here on the Genesee River appeared like just another weird bug crawling up my waders as I fished knee-deep for trout.
That was 50 years ago. Back then I hoped it wouldn’t bite. I didn’t know. That was half a century ago and in New York State’s trout season, opening day began April 1st. Excitedly, with increasing anticipation, we counted down the days.
