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rrt
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At 62, I seldom travel more than a half-hour to fish any more. But, while you guys were having your big jam, I decided to take a day trip to fish a place I used to like to go when I was young. I arrived at 1:30, but after no fish in the first 20 minutes, I drove to another section where I landed a handful by 3:00, when I stopped for a sandwich and a 7-Up. While having the sandwich and comtemplating leaving for Kettle Creek, another fly-fisherman stopped to chat. When I said what I was thinking about doing, he thought I ought to stay on the creek where I was, telling me that flies would be on from 4 to 6, and he suggested a once-familiar section for me to try. "Kettle is awfully crowded," he told me. " A couple of my friends went there last night. They found a place to fish among other guys, but it took a lot of work." So I stayed, fished where he suggested, and using a beat up Sulphur from the night before around home while fishing to risers to small(size 12) green drakes and some march browns, caught a nice number of fish, including some nice wild brook and brown trout and a number of stocked rainbows and browns, including a big brown. My benefactor was right about the flies ending at 6, and though I still had time to rush to Kettle, I got the bright idea to fish Spring Creek on the way home, for old time's sake. There was no room for me anywhere on the creek: 2 or 3 fishermen were in every 30 or 40-yard stretch of water. The parking lots at Fishermen's Paradise were actually full. I think half the population of State College must have been on the creek. Anyhow, creek one turned out all right, but what has happened to Spring Creek over the years is what it is, I guess. I was home earlier than I had told my wife I would be, which is a good thing, as I found out when I was young that when you're late, you're in trouble. It had been an interesting day in a number of respects. (Have attempted to add 2 pics; we'll see if I was successful.)