Well, here we are. As I do my best to sync my routines back to the mundane normality of the work week I find myself drifting back to thoughts of a perfect trip to God's Country.
I'd like to first thank our hosts for their generosity and hospitality. It is because of this that a good foundation was laid to support this truly incredible experience.
The scenery, fishing, and company made this an unforgettable adventure. Sure, we almost lost Skybay, but no man would be left behind. There was the speeding ticket, but that could easily have been caused by pure adrenalin and a tired heavy foot resting wearily upon the pedal. Then there was the gas chamber effect caused by roasting jalapeños. While typically these experiences would be best described as short of pleasant I found them all to be small parts to a bigger picture that amounted to an amazing experience topped with hilarious moments and memories that will last a lifetime.
Fishing Cross Fork and Kettle Creek with Wetfly was an honor and even without the success we had I would have still been blessed to have the chance to do so.
Despite all my offerings and efforts to woo her, Pine was not as willing to give up the goods on our first date. She left me with a healthy chub but the rest, for now, will have to remain a mystery.
As Andy has stated in his recap, I did explore a little sleeper somewhere around the town of Coudersport. I won't be the one to "spot burn" this little gem nestled in its dense canopy nor am I one to kiss and tell. I can, however, hint to the fact that I may have seen some of what lies hidden, only to be discovered by those with a willingness to push through jungle like conditions and deliver an accurate cast in tight quarters that seem to work against every movement of rod and line. My unofficial guide, Brutus, could attest to some of the healthy-sized spotted gold that darted past us as we trodded rather clumsily upstream. Try as I did, even my best casts fell short of finding their mark and I left defeated but satisfied.
To sum things up, I would gladly relive those four days I spent exploring the mountain waters of Potter County. It is the comradery and fellowship found in a trip like this that makes being alive have value and I can say with confidence that God was surely smiling upon His country on those days while we immersed ourselves in all it's wonderful intricacies.
I will try to get a few of my photos uploaded shortly.