Dear Maxima,
In 1996 at the suggestion of Dan Shields, my brother Terry and I rented a cabin at Musick's in Aaronsburg the week leading up to Memorial Day. We were certain that we would fish Penns, and the Little J, and Big Fishing Creek, maybe even run up the Pine, or to Young Woman's or Kettle. The cabins were in the perfect location to get to about anywhere.
The first night we were there we went to Spring Creek. We didn't even bother to go anywhere else that entire week because of the incredible Sulphur hatch we hit that evening.
One day during the week around lunchtime we decided to take a break and head to Flyfisher's Paradise shop to visit with Dan and Steve. We chatted a bit, bought some flies and tippet, and just as we were getting ready to leave Steve Sywensky said, "Stick around boys, here comes George Harvey." So we did.
Steve introduced us to George, and my brother and I sat at the big table, and listened to George tell us many of the stories that later found the way into his book. We were there from 1:00 PM until the shop closed, mesmerized the whole time. It was absolutely a day neither my brother nor I will ever forget!
My brother Terry moved to Colorado the next year. I still kept going to Spring Creek though for several years after he moved. One day as I was fishing in Fisherman's Paradise I saw a white Subaru Outback slowly follow me downstream. A quiet voice called out, "Excuse me young man, how is the stream fishing?"
I turned, and there was George Harvey. I stopped fishing, walked over, and we spent a good 20 - 30 minutes blocking the road to the Paradise just talking about fishing and Spring Creek.
George Harvey was an exceptional fly fisherman, a great teacher and advocate for fly fishing, but above all he was a real gentleman and outdoorsman from an era long ago. He loved talking and sharing his knowledge, and for that I will always be grateful.
Regards,
Tim Murphy