
In his lovely work on the history of America’s most famous trout river, The Beaverkill, Ed Van Put documented various non-fishing recreational activities popular during the growth of the region’s tourism reputation. Porch sitting was one of those enjoyed by visitors to the fresh air, bright waters and mountains of New York’s Catskills.
When I founded Anglers Rest here in 2018, the first order of business was the reconstruction of the front porch. I labored alone, in a summer far too wet for fishing, and have since regularly enjoyed that historic activity. An ice cold craft beer typically accompanies me.
During the past decade or so, the Catskills have become a craft beer destination! The Roscoe Beer Company was the first microbrewery of my association, inaugurating a serious movement. Catskill Brewery in Livingston Manor followed in 2014 and now has a new neighbor there in the name of Upward Brewing Company. There are many more across the region today, including Hidden Springs Brewhouse, one of my favorites near Chenango Lake in Norwich, NY. These fine establishments add a shine to my evening porch sitting, already flavored by the sunlight, fresh air and view of eagles circling Point Mountain.
I find that kicking back and enjoying the late afternoon sunshine to be the perfect relaxation to reflect upon the day’s angling. Such moments are most poignant now as these last precious days of summer carry hints of autumn on the breeze!
I stole three hours of fishing from other responsibilities yesterday, as the seasons’ first cascade of yellow leaves wafted down to kiss the river. It made for a lovely time there, but did little for fishing success, as every other cast hooked a leaf when I picked up my spent line for another cast.

Alas, the seasons’ turning comes with the realization that Catskill autumns are as brief as they are beautiful. I have not known the dry fly season to survive October! Autumn arrives just two days hence, and I am not ready to surrender my fishing days. The new rods, the Friendship Rod and my Anglers Rest Special compete for my attentions against the whiles of the classics, each wishing for one more day upon these bright waters.
