When I moved to an Albany, NY suburb from northern Michigan five years ago, my first priority was to find the closest flyshop. At my new place of employment, I walked through a maze of cubicles, searching for the most outdoorsy looking guy in the building.
“Bruce, where’s the local fly shop?”
“We don’t really have one.”
Cue the violins.
“Well if there’s anything you need, feel free to ask.”
When asked what he enjoys about Goldstock’s, local outdoor writer Morgan Lyle said, “I learned a great deal of what I know about flyfishing at Goldstock’s—from the staff, but also from the clientele. It’s the kind of place where people stand around the sales counter and talk about the fishing.”