Sunday, April 25, 2010
Monday, April 19, 2010
A photo journal of the 2010 RBF Pro Staffer's Grannom Summit held this past weekend at Poe Paddy State Park on Penns Creek in the Bald Eagle State Forest. The weather at times was downright gnarly, the fishing itself was at best, arduous, but the food, drink and the good company would warm the hearts and minds of all of the borderline hypothermic Pro Staffers who came out and braved the natural elements with nary a complaint. I don't think I've ever been more proud of these guys.
Coming up next: Wild ramps, tramps and brook trout from Potter County.
Posted by Wade Rivers at 7:14 PM
Monday, April 05, 2010
"Once there were brook trout in the streams in the mountains. You could see them standing in the amber current where the white edges of their fins wimpled softly in the flow. They smelled of moss in your hand. Polished and muscular and torsional. On their backs were vermiculate patterns that were maps of the world in its becoming. Maps and mazes. Of a thing which could not be put back. Not be made right again. In the deep glens where they lived all things were older than man and they hummed of mystery"
-Cormac McCarthy, The Road
Mid way through my second day on the river I chucked the whole chucking & ducking gig and ducked back onto the mountains in pursuit of the much more user friendly hemlock trout. For once I made the right decision, over two dozen squaretails were caught and released on dry flies in the 54F freestone water in just over two hours of angling. I kid you not, it was that good! I must have felt as soldiers do when they return home from combat and hear the birds singing for the first time, or perhaps the rustling of the leaves they never noticed before. Life was good and all was right with the world again.
Lillian Sheffer was a track walker on the Lewisburg-Tyrone Railroad along Penns creek and she made daily walks during fire season to look for sparks and embers from the locomotives along the stretch from Paddy Mountain to Coburn. I believe she lived at the second house perched up on the rocky bench along side the Paddy Mountain Tunnel. Evidently young men were scarce during the war and women had to fill in the gaps. I often try to imagine the blizzard like hatches, and tremendous rise of trout, she must have witnessed on her long walks way back when before sedimentation and pesticides came to Gen. James Potter's "empire".
Died at Dusk
September 4th, 1921
while swimming in the waters of Karoondinhha
250 yards west of this spot
Lieut. World War I
Penn State 1919
by Lillian Sheffer
Sept. 4th, 1923
Posted by Wade Rivers at 5:26 AM