Heritage-Angler
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Was out fishing all week in the Kettle Creek area, but decided to stop at the Jam on the way home. It was a really good decision!
Got there @ 4pm, and headed right for the pavillion. Some observations:
Hemlock Acres is one beautiful campground. Got to meet Rudy (the owner) and his Dad. Very nice people, and they bend over backwards to treat the PAFF guys very well. I stopped at the office, and asked if I needed to register as a visitor. Nope - they said here's where the pavillion is, and have a good time. Asked how long I could stay - until they kick you out (and they didn't). They came up and socialized with us. You get treated like a friend, and a welcome guest.
As soon as I got to the pavillion, I saw some familiar faces, and friends and fishing brothers started pouring in. Man, it was great to see these guys again!
Jakesleakywaders and myself had a few too many beers to head out to fish the evening hatch, so we just worked on putting a dent in the coolers. Jake is a riot! Everyone else headed out to fish. We started the party, and more and more guys joined in. The guys that went out caught lots of fish on very large mayflies - THE hatch is on big time, the Creek is perfect, and the weather was great!
As it got dark, the party grew. And grew. I couldn't remember what number came after thwenny sebbben :lol: , so I didn't get a head count, but it looked like around 50 guys. Fifty of the finest people you could ever hope to meet. There is no bickering as sometimes happens in "discussions" here on the board. Face to face, we're all old familiar friends.
Jonas from "The Feathered Hook" gave a talk about fishing Penns, and it was terrific! He passed on his knowledge and experiences in a way only Jonas can. ;-)
Knowing I had a three hour drive ahead of me, I still stayed until almost 1 AM, when the lights at the pavillion were turned off. I didn't want to go, but it was time. I left with a tear in my eye, knowing I won't see many of these guys for another year. It was a sobering experience (literally for me). Time flew by so fast!
Good Luck, my friends. May you have an epic weekend of fishing, and lots more of the great times that define what PAFF is.
H.A.
Got there @ 4pm, and headed right for the pavillion. Some observations:
Hemlock Acres is one beautiful campground. Got to meet Rudy (the owner) and his Dad. Very nice people, and they bend over backwards to treat the PAFF guys very well. I stopped at the office, and asked if I needed to register as a visitor. Nope - they said here's where the pavillion is, and have a good time. Asked how long I could stay - until they kick you out (and they didn't). They came up and socialized with us. You get treated like a friend, and a welcome guest.
As soon as I got to the pavillion, I saw some familiar faces, and friends and fishing brothers started pouring in. Man, it was great to see these guys again!
Jakesleakywaders and myself had a few too many beers to head out to fish the evening hatch, so we just worked on putting a dent in the coolers. Jake is a riot! Everyone else headed out to fish. We started the party, and more and more guys joined in. The guys that went out caught lots of fish on very large mayflies - THE hatch is on big time, the Creek is perfect, and the weather was great!
As it got dark, the party grew. And grew. I couldn't remember what number came after thwenny sebbben :lol: , so I didn't get a head count, but it looked like around 50 guys. Fifty of the finest people you could ever hope to meet. There is no bickering as sometimes happens in "discussions" here on the board. Face to face, we're all old familiar friends.
Jonas from "The Feathered Hook" gave a talk about fishing Penns, and it was terrific! He passed on his knowledge and experiences in a way only Jonas can. ;-)
Knowing I had a three hour drive ahead of me, I still stayed until almost 1 AM, when the lights at the pavillion were turned off. I didn't want to go, but it was time. I left with a tear in my eye, knowing I won't see many of these guys for another year. It was a sobering experience (literally for me). Time flew by so fast!
Good Luck, my friends. May you have an epic weekend of fishing, and lots more of the great times that define what PAFF is.
H.A.