THE DANCE OF THE SMALLIES


Stepping onto the water in wading shoes and shorts always feels like pure escape to me when fishing moving waters. Since most of the waters I frequent stay colder than I like for wet wading most of the year, a chance to rid myself of the waders is an absolute blessing. And so it was as I stepped into the waters of Pennsylvania's Big Pine Creek. I was fishing a stretch several miles above the canyon section near the Batterson farm, and hopes were high for this humid summer evening.