Tom’s Leonard

I am going out fishing this morning with an old friend. Actually, I never met Tom Maxwell, though I am intimately familiar with his work. My Thomas & Thomas bamboo fly rods are favorites which see a lot of time on my Catskill rivers each season.

A couple of years after his departure from the company he helped found, Maxwell was hired to lead the rod making operations at the storied H. L. Leonard Rod Company. Many anglers will tell you a tale about some memorable moments astream with their Leonard rod, particularly the iconic 50DF model. Many fans and collectors of the marque hold special praise for the rods made late in the company’s history, the rods of the Maxwell Era. It is said that the most beautiful rods in their storied history bear the hand of Thomas Maxwell. That notation in a classic tackle dealer’s listing commands a premium, for the prices asked and gladly paid for Maxwell Leonards are among the highest for the fly rods which bear old Hiram Leonard’s name.

I was interested in a Leonard 50DF, and I had perused various listings of rods offered by dealers of my acquaintance. I had no designs on a Maxwell, for there was no question they were out of my price range. Once in a very long while though, even I can get lucky. I visited the website of South Creek, Ltd. as I had purchased a lovely seven-foot Granger from proprietor and rodmaker Michael Clark several years ago. There among his listings was a nearly new Leonard 50DF-6 made in 1980, the fabled Maxwell era, inked in his hand. I won’t divulge the price, but I will say I was astonished at how very affordable this rod was, even for an old, retired working man like me. A milestone was approaching, and I took the availability of this coveted rod as a sign. Arrangements were quickly made for the rod to travel from Colorado to the Catskills.

I have cast the 50 with several lines, both five and six weights, and it is amazing, much faster in action than my fifties vintage Model 66. I doubt the rod was ever fished, lawn cast, but likely never taken to the water. It is for all intents and purposes a brand new forty-four-year-old fly rod. Today it shall become a much-appreciated used bamboo rod.

We entered the river just after six o’clock, parting the morning mist. I chose the early morning shift as the afternoons had proved difficult to say the least. It seems a bit early for the kind of morning activity I hoped for. It has felt like summer this past week, but it is still spring, despite the low water and hot sunshine.

I knotted a rusty spinner to my tippet and set about prospecting the tailing currents of a gentle riffle. I had not made a lot of casts when a rise met my spinner and the Leonard came up deftly. The trout leaped when his breakfast bit back, then set about testing the arch of this fine shaft of split cane. Yes, I had visions of christening this special rod with a twenty-inch brown, but that gloriously dark colored foot long fellow was well received on this day.

The big fish proved they were not yet interested in an early breakfast. Perhaps when summer does arrive their patterns will change. Our rivers need rain, and there are promises in that regard for next week. Whether they are fulfilled lies in other hands than mine.

Tom’s Leonard performed beautifully, and now that I’ve had it on the water, I will continue my search for the perfect line. Every bamboo rod has one.