So what happened during the week?

Well for me it started with Dave and his lovely wife meeting me at the
Boston airport.
I probably needed to sleep after the flight but the fact that I had to
subtract 6 hours from Swedish time made it more or less breakfast time
before I got to sleep.

Early next morning we were off to Penns. I must confess I felt a bit bad
about dragging the pirate all the way to Penns when he obviously wasn't
going to fish.

On arrival I met Indian Joe, Waldo, Jeff and Mike at the Carolina cabin.
Since Waldo was heading home I started out fishing with him but caught
nothing at the beginning (afterward I can see that my nymph fishing needed
no small amount of adaptation). Waldo lost a big fish down at the riffles
above Blue rock hole and then we moved upstream. I caught 6 fish on a dry
tanned caddis that day but they were all small, at least I thought so at the
time. Someone told me that the 12 inch brookie I caught wasn't bad for
Penns. In any case it was my first ever wild brookie.

Met with Tom and Bill for the first time on our way back to the cabin. Both
nice guys and sincerely missed at the end of the clave.

The first night started out with me hunting *June Bugs* in the bedroom. I
went to bed but after getting one in my hair and one in my face I went up
again and killed six of them. The reason for these bugs proved to be the
same as for the continuous hatch in the bath tub. The windows had bug nets
but weren't in a good enough condition to keep the bugs out. My window
stayed shut for the rest of the week.

Next day went even worse with only three fish caught.

The first days are a bit blurred by what at the time was a mixture of seeing
new waters and meeting with new people but I do vividly recall the first
hatch at Three streamer Stan's. I had never before seen such an enormous
hatch but was about to see even bigger ones.

During the week I got to fish Big fishing creek, Spring creek and Penns.

Explanation of the NINE thing:
I had after several failures at the earlier evening hatches noticed that the
fish were a bit leader shy started to mend midair so that the leader came
downstream after the fly when we for the first time fished the run beneath
Cherry run.
I guess what happened was a "turning point". I had NINE fish take the fly
that night, among those a very big one spotted about three hours earlier. I
guess I was successful in a manner, since I hadn't been able to fool that
many fish before. If I had only checked the fly.........the tipped had
caught around the hook bend and I was pulling the flies out of the fish
mouth backwards. It was getting dark very fast at night though so I really
wanted to try for as many fish as possible and thought that it was something
wrong with my timing. I wasn't smiling when I walked back.
Am I a sportsmanlike guy or what ? ;-( They ought to rename that run to
Fool's run.
I remedied myself at the same run two nights later catching two nice fish on
the same spot.

Martini night:
I didn't drink any Martini but got to socialize a lot and had a good time.
Met Wolfgang, Gene, Joel, DavePA and Asadi for the first time. Got to speak
with most of the guys that night and really enjoyed myself.

Raffle night:
That Barley stew stuff was tasty and exactly what I needed. Thank you
Wolfgang for the red wine, it made the good stew even more so enjoyable. Got
the pig hat and two books, one from the raffle lottery and one from
Wolfgang, again thanks. Sorry that Lou was heading back so early, would have
liked to stay for a bit longer.
No one got the Duck but award, but someone should have.

Sorry Frank, but I just got to spill the beans on ya =)
The last day of the clave only me, Frank, Mike S, Mike M and Bruce was still
there. So me and Frank goes down to Weikert to fish another day with the
Green Drake. Up at the topmost pool that I fished the day earlier with Tim,
Frank, Mike S, Mike M and Bruce I was watching Frank wading back towards the
shore when he suddenly fell face forward into the water catching himself
with his arms on the bottom. I guess this would have been a half Reid by the
notorious Mr Reid himself, and this right in front of my eyes. God, I wish I
had had my camera. I might have been able to finance the next trip with the
money from those pictures.
Anyway Frank, since Reid's luck is such that bad luck is followed by good
luck buy yourself a lottery ticket.
I mean, broken down car, shredded tent, bitten through cooler and punctured
waders. After that you're bound to win on the lottery.

Lobster night:
I'm a fairly well trained guy, but I swear to god that my stomach muscles
were aching bad the day after. I had a great time with so much laughter that
I hardly had time to eat. Asadi and Dave PA provided the most hilarious
entertainment accompanied by comments from Tim, Joel and Wolfgang. For a
minute there I figured they would end up having us thrown out of the
restaurant. Wolfgang is BTW the only American that ever pronounced my
surname correctly.

Sportsman's club night:
We were all late from the hatch but had a good time. A lot of talking about
a lot of things made the evening one worth remembering.

I was a bit saddened at the end by the fact that the week had ended so
quickly, but decided there and then to try and make it next year again.

Thank you all for a great time.

/Roger