This past weekend Atlantisboy, Dano, my roomate Mark, and myself fished the Muncy creek. Mark has been fishing it every year for many years now. I used to when I was a kid, but this would be my 2nd time in maybe 20 years.
We used my brother Joes cabin on North mountain as a base camp. Its located just up the road from the camp I went to as a kid. That camp involved atleast one day of grass cutting and/or wood cutting everytime I went except 1st day of trout and deer season.
Not so with Joes camp. He works hard enough and uses the camp for hunting and leisure. He said something to that effect anyway.
Not a soul around and the only noise heard is the occasional plane.
Atlantisboy bringing in one of many, many, stockies. Some were taken underneath with san juans and whatnot as the waters seemed to rise and fall on a shower filled weekend.
The Muncy reminds me very much of the Erie tribs as it rises and muddies up, and then falls and clears very quickly.
First one I ever found. They are so precious in appearance. Wherever I moved, its eyes followed while the rest of its body remained motionless.
The fishing was so good. I couldnt believe when I got home this was the only fish I took a picture of. I only caught one native brookie and one either wild or fingerling stock brownie. But these were above average stockies in size and fight.
And they were eager to rise come 5 or 6 oclock.
We all took big numbers saturday evening but Dan got into a serious pile of them in this stretch, more than someone of his experience should catch. It was great to witness as we took multiple doubles and a triple here.
That was fun. Period.
