Hi Spence,
"You probably know this already but the bulk of Swisher/Richards book "Emergers" was worked out, out there."
Doug Swisher used to collect specimens while we were fishing. I didn't know who he was initially and had to ask a buddy. He said "that's Doug Swisher and he is writing a book about new fly patterns."
"Selective Trout" was a book that I bought as soon as it hit the book stores back in NJ where I lived at the time. It was so innovative that I thought it was the neatest book I'd ever read about fly fishing. I vividly remember my first attempts at tying No Hackles and how absoultely crappy they looked. My buddy and I tied a couple and just dropped them into the Willowemoc to see how they floated. As time went by I completely dropped the quill wing No Hackle and went to thorax ties with hackle clipped to a "V" on the underside. Only with the advent of CDC a decade or so ago have I gone back to hackleless flies and tie CDC compara-duns or CDC down wings.
Back in the day I also camped at a campsite about half way between Livingston and the O'Hair ranch. It was right along the Yellowstone. My two buddies and I would get up around 8:00, shower, dress, make eggs and bacon for breakfast, have a cup of coffee and a couple of cigarettes. Then around 10:00 it would be off to the creek to arrive around 10:30 and the first few PMD's (We didn't call them PMD's then - didn't know that acronymn, we called them Infrequens)
This was before modern monofiliments and flourocarbon tippets. We used Gladding and it came in various colored spools. The color indicated the X size. I clearly remember 6X being 1.2# test and 7X being .6# test. It was a true test of one's skill to land a 19" rainbow on 6X because the trout often dove into the weeds in an attempt to escape.
All of the hundreds of trout I caught every summer were taken on a Leonard Baby Catskill 38H 7' #4. I had two of them and would switch back and forth to give one a rest. I also used an Orvis 7 1/2' #5 Battenkill, an Orvis 6 1/2' #4 Flea and a Fenwick 8 1/2' #6 for big water like the Madison.
Nelson's was a pay fishery even then but at a sum that will make you laugh. They had two sessions, one from dawn to 1:00 and the second from 1:00 to dark. It was obvious that we would take the afternoon to dark session as that is when we had the best dry fly action. It cost the princely sum of $10.00 a day. I used to fish Nelson's only one of two days a week because even though it was over thirty years ago I was on a pretty tight budget and I only had about $500 to last me the entire summer.
Nelson's always had the biggest fish, especially the rainbows. Where the Armstrong rainbows would top out at 18" with maybe once in awhile a 19" Nelson's rainbows were often 20" and even up to 21". Both streams had some cutthroat but the predominant trout were rainbows and browns. While Nelson's may have had bigger trout Armstrong was a much prettier and esthetically pleasing spring creek to fish than Nelson's which was pretty much just a straight and shallow channel no more than 3' deep at the deepest point above the house and maybe a little deeper below the ranch house. It was/is much shorter than Armstrong. Nelson's only allowed five rods a day where Armstrong allowed 10 - 12 per day.
Yea, I could write a book about all my experiences on Armstrong and Nelson's! Just phenomenal great times with a great bunch of guys. It is interesting that it was easy to see the fish in both creeks so it was even more exciting to be castng to a rising fish. Not only could you see the rise form but you could literally see the fish! You would see the fins moving, you could see if the fish had any interest in your fly, you could see the fish come up and drift back with the fly then ever so slowly stick it's head out of the water and inhale the fly - lift the rod to set the hook and in a few seconds I'd be hearing the sweet sound of my LRH screaming and line would be melting off of the spool.
I re-visited Armstrong on June 30, 2007 after an absence of twenty years. The creek had been devastated back in 1987 when the Yellowstone had jumped it's banks and ran right on down the stream bed of Armstrong for days and days. The stream was unrecognizable from the beautiful, pastoral, spring creek I had spent four summers in the glory days of my fly fishing youth.
BTW it was so easy to catch fish it 2007 that it was hard to believe that it was the same creek that often used to plague me with difficulties to land even a dozen in a day. I landed about 40 that day from 14" - 19",