
02-20-2011, 09:18 AM
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Re: Anyone Heard of "Angler's Roost NYC"?
Along with Abercrombie & Fitch, Angler's Roost was the fly shop in Manhattan and was owned and operated by Jim Deren who died in 1983. Anyone who was anybody in New York went there to swap stories.
I was never there myself, but I've read about the place a number of times in magazine columns in Fly Fisherman
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"The Angler’s Apothecary" by Edward Quigley,
Fly Fisherman Volume 7, #3 March 1973
Quote:
"I know an unlikely man, a famous man, a man whose name is gold-leafed onto the lore of trout fishing in the East. He’s a rooster and lives in an Angler’s Roost. His name is Jimmy Deren.
The Angler’s Roost is a walk-up apothecary shop specializing in relief of the fishermen’s malady. You have to sidle in, then turn sideways to the left, then sideways to the right, then drop your left shoulder, and then move up to the counter. Yesterday’s mail, and the day before’s, and the day before the day before’s mail is piled there and you are standing in the most incredible disarray of angling equipment that could possibly be imagined. It is a veritable angling kaleidoscope. Creels and boots, rods and reels, and flys and flashlights and knives and books and lines and ointments and oils and wings and beaks and barrels full of feathers and behind the counter, always in a kind of soft, reposing anger, is Jimmy Deren, reading something." "… ‘And I’d like some hooks. I’d like some #10’s, extra long shank." ’And what do you want those for?’ Jimmy growls like a dog at his bowl. "Well, I thought I’d tie some nymphs." ’you don’t want that kind of hook. Here’s what you want." And again without moving, Jimmy tosses a little packet of hooks on the desk with ‘ten-n’ neatly printed on the packet. You call out the rest of your order while being growled at and corrected on each item until you’re done. I remember once trying to buy a flashlight he had in the glass case on the wall. ’You don’t want that goddam thing,’ he said. ’It’s not worth a damn.’ And no matter how much I pleaded, he wouldn’t sell it to me. So this is Jimmy Deren, old rooster, who badgers, reprimands, instructs and cajoles every customer who sidles into the Angler’s Roost. The old rooster who sits there with his thinning crewcut comb, making noises at you deep in his throat, and you love every minute of it because you know you’re talking to Jimmy Deren." "… And when you leave you know you’ve visited an oracle – and as you are leaving he calls out in sounds you almost mistake for his clearing his throat – ‘Have fun!’…" Woods Hole, MA USA
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