May means sulphur time in Pennsylvania, and there's no better place to find them than central Pennsylvania's limestoners. There's the usual places to fish, and then there's this place. Overlooked, underfished and while it might not have the high numbers of fish that the more famous streams of the area have we sure weren't complaining.
It was a day for the Watermasters, floating from spot to spot and working all the risers we found. Even though it was a bright bluebird day we still found ample numbers of bugs and rising fish all afternoon, especially along the shady edges.
The little yellow pill, the object of everyone's desires
......and it's fake right where we like it to be
First time for Ed using the rafts, and I think he liked them
Just missed this cartwheeling brownie but I got it's entry splash
Everyone was looking for sulphurs tonight
Hatching flies all day, but come evening clouds of sulphurs made their way out of the overhanging trees and took up their positions over the riffles by the thousands; and once they hit the water the fish were ready for them. These fish aren't pressured much, and when they ate they ate. No fussy refusals, no other people. Not a bad combination to share with a friend for a May evening.