I grew up fishing the Farmington with my father, Al Mills, my uncle Earl Ierardi, and their good friend, Russ Ryder. They're all gone now. They fished mostly wets, with a streamer at the bottom and two droppers above that. One dropper always held a Scraggly, (Russ's pattern). I've been in S&M Fly Tying many times with these people. Only now do i realize how fortunate I was to be surrounded by these three great men. It's a shame we have no way to honor those who pioneered the sport on the Farmington. I'm sure they're spirits still roam the river. I talk to my father all the time when I'm fishing. The next time you're in the Hemlock Pool and you hear a whisper, you turn and no one's there, or an eagle flies over, I can tell you who it was.