And when the time was right, he does not hesitate to follow the path, “I've been waiting for this moment my entire life" he says. Just himself, a split cane fly rod, a Golden Prince reel and a selection of March Browns and Slate Drakes. Its a special morning, Autumn 60s, overcast skies and lowlights Just then he recalls a John Burroughs quote "I go to Nature to be soothed and healed and to have my senses put in order".
The pathway bends past tall Sugar Maples, Old Stone fences, a Groundhog or two, trout lilies and mountain laurel. Its right here, that his fondest memories reside. He had come at last to transcend the idea of coming back to the river for a greater purpose. A purpose that makes life worth living, a milestone, his own personal mark on this special place. The sound of the river is in earshot now. A Chipping Sparrow sounds the alarm and all of Neversinks inhabitance are now on notice….human approaching.
As he reaches the river bank he's transported to a memory of his Granddad. The times when they fished this stretch of the river together. His Grandfather told him about a time when fly fisherman and fly tiers honored Neversink and made it famous.
We always fished until it was dark. Granddad would light the lantern and we’d walk and talk all the way home. I often felt encouraged that just knowing the importance of this place, brought me luck.
A spin off of my previous work called A RISE ON NEVERSINK.
Day breaks on Doubletop Mountain, shadowing villages below. Three-thousand eight hundred feet tall, it captures the eye! And standing at attention there in front of me, a battalion of Sugar Maples in full…. Fall…. Regalia! Cascading tones of Crimsons, Burgundy, scarlet reds and Golden Hue.
Gazing over Dunk Hill as farmer’s plow fields, turn again for fertility, There are only brief streams of life giving sunlight, and now the sky turns to a pale grey. Me, well I live for this time of year….enjoying the evening autumn constellations, Or Moms dining table adorned with Indian corn and blackberry canes!
Bessie's Margaretville home begins the fall ritual of canning and drying. Breaking out winter clothes…as she proclaims "no whites after Labor Day"! The last bit of warmth now dwells just behind the Catskill’s Harvest Moon, And the V of geese honk their good-byes to the summer sun.
I'll be dreaming tonight.. Yes I'll be dreamin' tonight Of a Trico hatch that's goes off like a New England snow storm A Loaded five weight by my side, with plenty of backing to spare.
I'll be dreaming tonight Of a Montana highway leading me back home, Home to the Firehole bridge, a purple sky ablaze Salmo Trutta, my brother from below
I'll be dreaming of Casting tight loops below Kilpatrick Pond, I catch a glimpse of Ernest smiling on the bank The Hemingway legacy lives on at Silver Creek As we wait for the green drake hatches to fill the air!
I'll be dreaming tonight of days gone by, When a young boy caught his first German brown. Neversink, you beckon me to the days long ago I feel the force of the river pull me from a deep sleep.
And I awaken to the thought of......Tight Lines!
Thinking of all the years fly fishing the wonderful river both east and west. None better than the trip we made to Yellowstone, Provo Valley and silver creek Idaho.
Monday, 6:00AM clock radio trips, And WTRY Sounds off one of those top 40 hits. I half hear the School Closings for Monday 12/12, Sitting straight up in bed.....Was that Greenport Elementary do tell?
"Here are those school closings one more time kiddies"........ "Hudson HS Closed".... Oh Please God let me hear my city. "Greenport Elementary...Closed" my Hands Raised Victorious.. I think I can hear Mrs Healy's entire 3rd grade class celebrating gloriously!
Just as I settle in for an uninterrupted, relaxing snow day in my room, I hear my Mom yell, "young man come get this dust mop and broom" "Oh snap"! "what shall I do with these dearest mother" I inquire "Clean that pig sty you call a bedroom or your gonna feel some hellfire!"
Seeing that there we were only 10 days before Christmas I decide Its to my advantage not to put up a fuss. So clean I do.....pulling dust bunnies and underwear from beneath my bed A miss matched sock and a couple bugs that were dead.
And to my surprise I find that fake dog **** I been looking for, Time for a stealth mission to Mom's special bedroom behind that closed door. Doing my best army crawl I make my way to Ma's special place And put that rubbery dog **** on that bedspread made of lace.
"Hey Ma come quick the dog crapped on your lacy bedspread"! I don't think Ma hit one step climbing those stairs she was seein' red! And with a gasp she began to rub that dogs nose in the mess, I'm like Mom it's just fake dog **** relax and don't stress"!
We both had a good laugh that day at our little corner house on Janis Street and Ten Broeck Avenue in Greenport USA. I miss you so much mom.