Our annual pilgrimage to northcentral PA has come and gone. When I left you last it was with a turkey story, but the main reason we come here is for the fishing. It's hard to believe it's been 22 years we've been doing this, and while some of the players have changed there's still that core group of originals who've been there for it all. It used to be it was all about the fishing, but camp life is just as much fun and a huge part of the whole experience that keeps us coming back for more.
Another rainy arrival night does little to dampen our enthusiasm. We adapt rather than forgo the pleasures of the campfire.
These trips are all about the wild, native brook trout that the region is known for. Just about every blue line on the map with enough water in it will hold them, and I'm always amazed at how fish can vary not only from stream to stream, but sections of streams themselves. What they lack in size they more than make up for in charisma.
We tend to eat very well on these trips. Here's some of my mothers blintzes for breakfast. Warmed on a griddle, some blueberry preserves on top and maybe a dollop of sour cream if you are so inclined. Heaven.
|Crab Night. A Hungry Hollow tradition.|
|Hors d'oeuvres for Happy Hour|
|Who says size matters?|
|Potter County Taxi Ride. Fish up, hitch a ride back down.|
It seems to take so long to get here, and in the blink of an eye it's over leaving you only the memories of time well spent with friends, a few well chewed flies, a leftover sandwich in your pack that you'll find a week later when you finally comb through things and and itch that got well scratched.
Here's to next year!