The Letort might not be wide, but it's deep. There is no bank to speak of in most places, rather soggy, squishy matter that may or may not hold you. One minute you have good footing, the next you are sunk to your hind quarters, wallowing like a wildebeest in quick sand. Rope in that you can spook a Letort trout by sneezing three blocks away, and you begin to understand why a little slip, misstep, or botched cast is a big deal. If trout are rising, you've you got a shot. I've yet to visit during a solid hatch, forcing me to fish streamers (which tend to scare more fish than catch them) or nymphs (which is mostly an exercise in getting flies out of weeds). Last weekend, on top of the Letort's usual obstacles, it was also abnormally low. File those conditions in the "impossible" category. To date I have not caught a trout from this river, but I did get a few to flash at streamers last winter when the water was high and stained. That time of year, you need not worry about sinking in muck as much as mistaking frozen snow-covered weeds for solid ground at the water's edge, the former of which, I found out, will not support a human.