
Each year around Labor day I hike my 7' 5 weight Tom Fulk Bamboo rod to the stream in the North Cascades that Tom named the rod for. We had to cross a swollen glacial river to get there...

The creek was low and clear with emerald water. We saw noone and no footprints but ours on the sandbars...

I caught a mix of cutts and rainbows on partridge and yellow and partridge and orange soft hackle wet flies, mostly dead drift upstream under a small tuft of polypro yarn for an indicator...


My friend did well with - what else - a size 14 Royal Wulff. He fished a brand new 8'6" Bob McLean Phoenix Bamboo Fly rod. The story is that Winston was going to throw out a bunch of bamboo that was supposedly damaged in a fire. Bob McLean (a now retired Winston bamboo rod maker) convinced Winston to let him sell rods made of the bamboo. Hence the Phoenix name. The rod is a delight to fish.

Tom Fulk's widow graciously provided me a copy of Tom's fishing log. It's full of interesting places I'd like to explore. Watch this space for further developments...

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