What really happens in the mind of an individual when they start fishing, and collecting, and I don't mean just fly fishing, I think this all starts
to happen really young in life, I was brought up in the junk mans way of thinking, now I don't mean this as bad, I mean this
was great for a young boy to be raised like I was, I was taken to many different arenas of life, junk stores, flea markets, auctions
just about any kind of place that had used junk, my parents were always goi
Just got done fishing below the park at Roaring River, the fishing was very good today, not a soul in sight
and lots of cooperative trout, even caught a big ole sucker, he was almost 25" and weighed I'll guess around
6lbs, caught him on a pheasant tail nymph.
The river is in great shape, I started at the cemetery (muncy) and went upstream from there, right at the
bridge, I landed 4 rainbows, I moved up above there to a small run nice hole, just not real big, thru a
possum bug in ther
Fished R.R. today started up by the conservation parking lot just outside the park, nobody around and it is a beautiful
day. I got geared up, took a new bamboo fly rod to play with, and walked down the path, near the cabin at the mouth of
Off Davis holler.
Right at the mouth of Off Davis, I saw a trout right away, nothing big, holding in a eddy, one cast, green bugger and I landed him
very quickly, not big but very pretty fish.
I started to cross over and go on downstream, when I saw
You know everyone has that special place to get away, no one asking anything of you, just yourself out in woods or on a stream, just that speical private time everyone needs sometimes.
This is my special place I go, now some of you will think you know of this place, but you don't, only a few ever see this gem, there is no public access and no bridges cross this little piece of water, I'm not the only one that uses this little waterway, there are few locals, mostly kids that swim in its cool in
