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Having just spent a week back east in PA enduring record heat,
crazy traffic and a funeral, I can tell you it’s great to be back in
the mountains of Wyoming. While most of my time was spent
attending family functions, I was able to sneak in a little fly
fishing.

My friend Kurt and I chose the hottest day of the heat wave to
head up to Spring Creek, PA. Fortunately, as we worked our
way through the thick forest and into the stream, the
temperature cooled considerably. I can’t say that the fishing
was fantastic; seems we just missed the sulphur hatch. But we
were able to hook quite a few modest size brown trout on
nymphs and compra-duns. The biggest fish of the trip came in
the form of a sucker who momentarily fooled us into thinking I
had connected with one of the legendary brown trout that
Spring Creek is known for. The following morning we spent a
few hours on nearby Fishing creek. While we only managed
one trout (nice work Kurt), we left believing that with a little
more knowledge and some cooler temperatures, Fishing creek
could probably treat us right.

Overall, it was good trip. I caught some fish, eat some
cheesesteaks and spent quality time with family. And while it’s
never fun to attend a funeral, it was nice to pay respects to my
Grandma; a woman who never minced words and made the
best meatballs in the world.