Saturday, May 23 2015 @ 04:12 PM EDT
Contributed by: Bill Thompson
New England's Love Affair with the Hornberg
by Bill Thompson
Quite a few years ago, when I was just starting out as a fly fisherman I used to fish a small pond almost every evening during the first part of the season. There were two older gentlemen who also fished the same pond. These two fellows amazed me with their ability to catch trout when I could not. They fished from an decrypted old wooden boat which they kept chained up near the boat landing at one end of the pond. One afternoon I had stopped at the landing after work and was contemplating whether or not to fish for an hour or two before going home to supper. I happened to notice that the boat that belonged to these two men. One of them had left his fly book on the deck of the boat. The two old anglers were no where in sight and so I decided to take a peak at their flies. I sheepishly picked up the well used leather fly wallet and gingerly opened it up. Expecting to see an assortment of flies I was surprised to see that there was only one pattern in the book. There were a few different sizes and a couple of variations in color, but every fly was a Hornberg.