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Board was dead today. I promise you I was in my cubicle working, but time to fess up. You all were fishing! Post some pics!
 
Dear Swattie,

Took the wife to surgery today. We had a great lunch at Alvaro's on N. Front Street. It's our go-to after surgical procedures at Harrisburg Hospital! 😉

Hopefully it will be a few more years before we follow that same protocol. We'll stop back in the interim though, the place is excellent!

Regards,

Tim Murphy 😉
 
I was driving to Rochester to visit family. Ill be kayak fishing with gear on Canadice Lake tomorrow if that counts.
Dear dudemanspecial,

Sometimes you gotta spin to win brother! 😉 Ain't no shame in that, sometimes fishing is about catching!

Regards,

Tim Murphy 🙂
 
I had a work from home day where I actually had some work to do and couldn't sneak out to fish, which is not often the case. Made sure I was good and hungover so I could be looking and feeling my best.

Then in the evening I watched my daughter's softball team get spanked in their championship game.

No fish harmed.
 
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Had the day off. Didn't fish. Water is high. Took the boy on a bike ride, baseball and climbing a tree. We didn't get to the pond. Good thing too. It rained when we would have been out there.
Syl
 
I fished two days this week and guided one. My on the water time was used up for the week. I had to clean and organize the garage today as my punishment.
 
Okay, Matt, I'll bite. I got @Tigereye on more friendly flows than his home on the LR this Thursday You guys didn't miss much, but fish were caught, and a got to catch up with Joe, so not a bad day off.

It was hot, so we quit by noon. I was wet wading, but Joe was in waders and sweatpants (?). I think he was trying to make weight for an upcoming wrestling match....

Lost power in SEPA for 20 hours, which may explain some overall board silence on Friday.

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Fishing and weather were better earlier in the week when I was out solo. A lot of rainbows left where they should be gone by now, but found some wild browns including a good small stream fish.

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I took advantage of the higher flows and fished six days in a row, 3 different counties. Caught quite a few, had a couple of kick *** days, wild and stocked. Not the biggest one caught, but this was the one that meant the most to me. Personal best by far in this little unstocked stream.
 

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Just wrapped up six days of fishing in the rain in the Big Pine Creek radio dead zone. Did not see the sun the whole time from Friday, June 13 through Wednesday morning, June 18. My phone kept searching for a signal, then gave me an SOS reading where the bars show up. Evidently, this doesn't mean save our ship, but something to do with searching for a satellite. I ended up putting it in airplane mode for the duration so I would have juice to take pictures.

My cousin and I set up shop at Tomb Flats for the first two nights. We fished the meat hole (keystone select) area of Little Pine on the first evening and picked up a few in the 12+ inch range on light colored size 12 ish dry flies. Not particularly selective.

Fished Cedar Run in a driving rain storm on Saturday morning. I got a brook and a wild brown, as well as a rainbow about 18 inches that must have made its way about three miles upstream from Big Pine. The rainbow was the longest, but also the thinnest, fish I caught. I'm guessing it weighed under two pounds.

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native brook
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wild brown

(cousin has the rainbow picture and he's on his way to Kentucky at the moment. If I think of it later, I'll update with that odd surprise)

Fished Saturday evening on Big Pine at the mouth of Slate Run where the big stocked brown and rainbow trout were enthusiastically hitting light colored dry flies (elk hair caddis, size 12-14 in my case). Got the biggest trout I ever caught on a dry fly that night, a solid brown of about 15 inches. The browns were healthy looking beasts, but the rainbows were pretty lackluster in terms of color and fin damage.

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personal best on a dry

Plenty of browns in the 12-14 inch range also:

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And, there's the catch of the week. Well, there was this big fellow in a nice drift below a boulder near the mouth of Little Slate Run that was steadily picking off the big Cahill mayfly spinners drifting down the river. He looked at my elk hair several times and, after much persistence on my part, he sipped my lure, I lifted the rod and the fight was on. For about three seconds, I though I had a very fat brown trout hooked, but then reality set in:

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That one brown pictured previously next to my rod handle remains my personal best trout on a dry fly, but this native is absolutely my biggest fish ever on a dry fly.

We also hit Slate Run, but had very little action. Slate and Cedar were high, but clear and fishable. Big and Little Pine were in good shape and wading was relatively easy. It was clear, though, the previous week was one that brought substantial flooding, as evidenced by the location of stick piles pretty far up into the woods.

In addition to the joy of being anywhere from hard damp to dripping wet for six days straight, other highlights include:
  • While fishing Cedar, I walked within three feet of a timber rattler that's as big around as my forearm (I'm no Dwayne "the Rock" Johnson, but I was always able to lift my kids). When I noticed it, the snake was headed away from me and I quickened my pace in the opposite direction. I've seen plenty that big in captivity, but nothing as big in an equal footing situation. There was no stopping for a selfie.
  • Saw a possum that was probably pushing 15 to 18 pounds crossing 414. Unlike many of his kind, he was able to get across the street. (Remember, the reason the chicken crossed the road was to prove to the possum that it can be done.)
  • While driving from Tomb Flats to Petticoat Junction Campground (because they have showers, but were unavailable for the first two nights), I saw the butt end of what I was pretty sure was a bear crossing into the brush. I slowed down as we got to the area, and there he was, sitting up on his haunches looking curious, hungry and a little forlorn. This is, after all, the time of year when sows run off their two-year-olds, and he looked to be about that age. We neither rolled the window down nor did we stop for a selfie. I'm aware bears are friendly and perfectly harmless, but we weren't taking any chances.
 
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