Thomas & Thomas
  • Simms

    by Published on 06-12-2014 12:08 AM

    I remember the first day I picked up a fly rod. It was also the first day I mastered the clinch knot! It was right after my 4th birthday in November. The entire way up to the Salmon River, I had my head lamp on with a size 2 hook in hand, trying to be able to tie it. As we crossed Lake Oneida, I DID IT!!! My father said, "That was the easy part, now try to do it when its 14 degrees and a white out."

    My father and I pulled into the trestle lot at 5am with a fresh 8'' of snow on the ground. We had left New Jersey at 1am. While one would regard this as about 1.5 hours too early, ...