Last week my friend Pete (TROUT1) passed away after a long bout with cancer. I had a chance to visit with him before he passed and we laughed about the adventures we had together over the years. Despite everything he was going through he always managed to have a positive attitude which is something I will always remember.
I first met Pete after an email exchange during which he
graciously offered to show me around a local stream that he had fished for
years. That first meeting turned into a
friendship that took us fishing small streams and larger rivers all over Pete’s home state of CT. Having spent his entire life in the same general area, he was wealth of information that he was gracious enough to freely share. I would
have never started fishing the Farmington River without his encouragement and guidance
and it was Pete that introduced me to tight line nymphing.
|One of many New Year's Day spent|
|Pete fishing the Farmington on a cold|
Pete was an well rounded fly fisherman who was at home fishing dries, nymphing, or swinging streamers but he was a master of fishing wet flies. At Christmas time or his birthday I would tie him some of his favorite bead head pheasant tail soft hackles and he would proceed to catch more fish on the flies that I tied for him than I ever could. A fact that he would remind me of frequently.
I will miss you friend!
|Our last outing together, Opening day 2018. Pete with his son Matt,|
Alan and myself