Fly fishing was born here on the banks of the Beaverkill and Willowemoc rivers. Theodore Gordon stood waist deep here in the 1800s tying a dry fly freehand to mimic the emerging larvae and insects. His Quill Gordon, hatched here, is one of the most famous flies ever made. The trout that spring from these pristine waters are the fish of legends and lies, heralded and exaggerated.
Trout Town, aka Roscoe, perpetuates the legends and lore with an emphatic flare. Its mascot, the two-headed trout, purportedly couldn’t decide which of the two beautiful rivers to choose, split in two and still lives among the currents in both. When you stand at Junction Pool you understand it all.
Somehow Trout Town also understands that you can't stand waist deep pursuing the almighty two-headed trout all day and that you need sustenance, nourishment, supplies and libations. Cue the town of Roscoe. Get lost, lost, lost here.
XOXO Farm Girl