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For me it was either 1963 or 1964 when I was 12 or 13 years old. I bought 2 small Muddler Minnows at Wiest's Sporting Goods in West Reading. A week later my father asked his friend Bob to take me to the Little Lehigh. It was June, and Bob said he was going to fish the "midge hatch". At that time he didn't know it was the trico hatch.
Early in the morning when we got there Bob told me to meet him around 11:30. So off I went, and I managed to catch 6 or so trout. I was proud as a peacock, happy as a clam at high tide until.....
When I met Bob, he asked me how I did. Beaming with pride I told him I caught 6. I asked him how many he caught and he said about 30-35. Nothing like sticking a pin in my ego balloon. The following year I started fishing those tiny flies. His pattern was rudimentary, and it didn't matter. Those fish saw very few trico imitations at that time.
Early in the morning when we got there Bob told me to meet him around 11:30. So off I went, and I managed to catch 6 or so trout. I was proud as a peacock, happy as a clam at high tide until.....
When I met Bob, he asked me how I did. Beaming with pride I told him I caught 6. I asked him how many he caught and he said about 30-35. Nothing like sticking a pin in my ego balloon. The following year I started fishing those tiny flies. His pattern was rudimentary, and it didn't matter. Those fish saw very few trico imitations at that time.