Trout Slayer – Fly Fishing with Chef Joseph Lenn & a Recipe for Sunburst Trout with Cruze Farm Buttermilk Consommé
Hesse Creek has both native and stocked trout. Joseph sat on the steps of the fishing cottage and searched through his fly cases looking for the fly that best matched the bugs that were naturally falling on the water and feeding the trout. He passed on the Adams Parachute, the most popular dry fly in the world, and the Wooly Bugger, one of my personal favorites. He ran his fingers across the many Caddis, Nymphs, and Coachmen that he had tied himself. Case after case of flies, each was a small work of art and each with a story to be told. It was as if I were walking a gallery with an artist telling me of his work.
As he was sorting through his collection of flies, he shared with me how this one case was very special. It was his father’s fly case that he first discovered as a teenager. Now, the case was filled with his handmade creations, but you could tell, it was the case itself that was important to him. Joseph is very sentimental and deeply cares about tradition and his family. His flies were merely the canvas that allowed him to tell his story.
Digging deep in his bag of fly cases, he pulled out another case and laughed. “This one’s pretty interesting,” he said. He opened it and it was filled with white flies with silver streamers. Having something of a background in trout flies I was really curious as to what a white fly would catch, as none of the flies looked anything like a natural bug or insect. “My wife,” he said. “I took her trout fishing and when we were rigging our gear I offered her one of these flies. In the case, alongside the feathered and furred streamers, was a diamond ring that I had placed there.” You see, Joseph hand tied each of these flies for this occasion. Needless to say, she said, “yes.” Kathryn and Joseph fish together often. As a matter of fact, I would go so far as to say that if Kathryn didn’t fish, they wouldn’t be married. The life of a chef demands long hours and travel and for Joseph, fishing is what he does when he is not at work.
Joseph and I fished and took pictures for several hours. We made our way down and back up the river. We waded along the rocky bottom and cast our flies between and under the overhanging limbs that framed the shoreline. I was looking for shadows, rocks, branches, and deep pools with swirling water as these are likely hiding places for trout. Joseph, who has fished this stretch of river hundreds of times, was focused on his fly and its presentation. His concentration was not to be broken. His casts precise. His retrieval deliberate.
A routine morning of trout fishing netted Joseph many nice trout ranging in size from 16 to 20 inches. For Joseph, the weather, temperature, water level, all the things that most fisherman would use as excuses for not catching fish, are nothing more than the conditions to be met. His expectations are high. Today was not a failure but also not up to his expectations.
What a FUN read! I was hooked at the first paragraph. And LOVE the photo of Master B, cap and so trim, with the hint in his face of all the fun stuff yet to experience. Thanks for a wonderful start to my lazy Sunday.
What a wonderful, nostalgic post/ Thanks Mr. B! Gorgeous location, really gorgeous and now I can finally understand why people love fly fishing. But somehow this story reminds me of the kid’s book when Henry and Ribsy catch a trout! What an incredible time you had there! And the trout dish looks so good. I envy you your travel experiences!
A great story and a great adventure!
Fun – I was searching for different trout dishes and came across your blog post. Fly fishing is a terrific sport and when I’m fishing in the back country for little brookies I love to fry a few up.
A River Runs Through Bunkycooks..minus Brad Pitt, but you get fresh trout with a buttermilk consomme..and I will happily take the latter because he’s all ‘Jolied’ now 😛 I’ve always wanted to try fly fishing..especially since I’m a pretty good ‘fisherwoman’. I know this takes technique, but I’m game to learning! I’m also game to eating the what comes off my rod…since I’ve only done the fish and throw ’em back in ‘thing’. What an amazing post..such detail that once again..I feel like I’m there!
This is such a fun post. Takes me back to NC. Love watching the fly fishers by the river. Such fun photos of R…very nostalgic and sweet:)I can just picture Lisa fly fishing…Now that is a fun trip for all of to plan:)
Great images. Love the Rod rack display.
What a beautifully written and engaging post! The vivid imagery of your fishing experience, combined with Joseph’s impressive skills, really draws the reader in.
I love how you captured the excitement of landing that trophy 24-inch trout, and the care taken to ensure its safe return to the water speaks volumes about responsible fishing practices.
The recipe for Trout with Buttermilk Consommé sounds absolutely delightful! It’s fascinating how the dish ties back to the local environment, making it even more special.
Chef Lenn’s story adds a charming personal touch, and the inclusion of the “bobber radish” anecdote is both humorous and memorable.
Thank you for sharing such a personal and enriching experience.