I visited the adirondacks this year for the first time. It was late June.
I can't say that I met Fran Betters. Instead, I would say that I saw him in his fly shop. The shop had probably seen better days, as it looked to be up for sale. Just down the road is the previous site of his fly shop. I didn't understand the circumstances of his life when I was there - I only read his open letter asking for help about 2 weeks ago from today.
I did not know the man at all, and, like I said, I barely saw him for more than, at most, ten minutes. He was just sitting in a chair in the middle of the shop.
"The Hungry Trout" is located just down the street from Fran's shop. It is vibrant and youthful.
In a sense, I am commenting on the passing of time, and not on a man I did not know.
The community was universally aware of Fran's condition - by community, I suppose I am referring to those that I met, and those that I met were all fly fishers or made their money off of fly fishers.
He certainly tied some classic patterns, and that is a legacy more than I will achieve in the sport, for sure.