As I write this latest blog post, Autumn is in full effect here in New York State. With the changing of seasons came my latest project. I traveled to the Catskill Mountains to chase a story on local fly fishermen of the West Branch Delaware River. Nothing beats the areas Autumn performance and its breathtaking color patterns.
We started the day driving to a local airfield in Dutchess County, where we met our pilot Jess. We shared a few jokes, ate breakfast, and gassed up the small four person flying machine. This would be my first time in an airplane of this size, but being that Jess is a former Alaskan Bush Pilot I was comfortable with my life in her hands. Once in the air, the mountains began to show their character. From wide tops to sharp peaks, everything was covered in a gorgeous array of reds and yellows.
We arrived on the small airstrip in Sydney, New York a few minutes after 10AM. With only a thirty minute drive between us and our final destination, we took in the scenery around us. After some time we called a cab. We made our way down the windy backroads that almost mimic the Catskills streams and rivers we would arrive at Lewis' shop. With a knock on the door, out would appear the legend himself. Wearing one of his many fly fishing hats, Lewis would invite us in and we spoke about the current hatch for the Catskill Mountains.
After a few hours and some close bites, our day ended on a high note with Rachel hooking a 24' brown trout with the roars from us all in the background filling the air. A couple of high fives, we made our trek back to the airplane, racing to beat the setting sun.
As our plane climbed to the our desired elevation the Autumn colors were stained onto the landscape. Our cockpit created the perfected venue for natures show. We looked on with the sound of our propeller buzzing and the remaining sun light sneaking into the corner of our eyes.