The limestone streams of the Lehigh Valley were the waters of “Big Jim” Leisenring of Allentown and his wet flies and flymph patterns. I’ve fished many of this region’s limestone streams over the years and visit the area a few times every year. This past weekend I had a chance to fish with a friend that calls these waters home, and like Leisenring he knows them very well. While some of our streams are starting to show higher water temperatures; these limestone gems still flow cold and clear, and provided a day of tough fishing for wild trout that were shy and evasive. In spite of the rapid population growth and suburban sprawl that have turned many farms into subdivisions and strip malls, the Lehigh Valley is blessed with a number of limestone streams that support wild trout in an extensive system of greenway parks that provides buffer zones along these stream corridors. Pictured this week is Chris fishing one of his favorites. Till next week …..

The Brood X excitement will pass in the next week or so, things are heating, up and these little bugs will soon become a popular favorite among our trout friends. Some recent rainy days gave me some vise time and a chance to spin out a few ants. I have three ant assortments looking for new homes. Each box contains a Bakers dozen that includes two each of Parachute Ants in Black #16 and 20, Red Head #18, Cinnamon #22, Carpenter #14 and CDC Flying Ants #20. The bonus fly is a #18 Parachute Red Ant. All are in a Signed Myran fly box and are yours for $46 shipped. IM me if interested, limited to these three fly boxes for now, first three people on the buzzer get them. Get a box of ants and tie one on …..

Some incredible people have gone before us, and while their footprints along the edges of the streams they fished have long ago been erased, their footprints are often still there in written words and stories passed down. I had been told that Teddy Roosevelt had fished this stream many years ago which moved it to a higher place on my personal bucket list. The hike was a long, steep and a potentially dangerous one, and at the end I found myself standing in a place that was remarkably beautiful and wild. Like being in Middle Earth. There were waterfalls that dropped through a tight valley that seemed like a deep crack in the earth, a narrow valley cloaked in thick mosses and shrouded in darkness. The water was cold, crystal clear and refreshing, and its native residents were brightly speckled and willing to come out and play with the flies I offered them. I’ve fished many places, but this one was different for a variety of reasons I struggle to describe in words; and I just wanted to stay and enjoy it a while longer, but there was a long drive back to responsibilities and a real job. I stopped fishing and just watched the little river for a while. In my mind I imagined Teddy upstream with his spectacles, felt hat and an old Leonard rod fishing his wet flies on a down and across swing through those pools and runs and feel those old footprints. Till next week …..