As the week progressed we spent the days talking with other members of the group,
sharing ideas and memories. Rupe was pretty much confined to his room with severe
foot problems, but became both the official hospitality host and tying master. That's Dave
Rothrock above and Allan Thomas and Dan Rupert (old rupe) on the right. The fish
became more co-operative, most desiring sulphur type nymphs. On toward dark a
spinner (tiny little thing about size twenty) would take most active risers.
Thursday morning most of our group attended the 'cane-chat' at the Holiday Inn. A
fine program of questions and answers was presided over by Lou Burhart (shown here), Michigan
rod builder, on building bamboo rods, how to tell a good one from a poor one and
things related to cane. A grassy lawn right outside the meeting room offered us a
place to cast several cane rods which had been brought to the meeting.
In the afternoon the rains came. Perhaps a mixed blessing we hoped. Damp air retards
wing drying time for emerging bugs. Overcast skies could start a hatch hours sooner than
on a sunny day. Wrong! Except for some caddis on Elk Creek everything came to a
screeching halt. Al Thomas, Leon Chandler, Ted Trostle (a local and member of the
Spring Creek TU group) and I went to the TU function Thursday evening anyway. We
cast a few dries before the meeting (six-thirty) but, except for a single brown by Al Thomas,
the fish were down. That's Leon with the rod and George Harvey in the yellow sweater in the
photo on the right above.
Casting instruction was the evenings program and was well received, however he was
mostly 'preaching to the choir,' if you know what I mean. I did get to meet George Harvey
and a few others. All in all, the event went fine and someone had a Shakespeare Wonder
Rod in great shape which many of us cast just for old times sake. A fun evening, thanks guys.
Friday morning we were treated to a slide program by Mr. Leon Chandler on fly-fishing
around the world. Great stuff by a great gentleman.
Preparations for the Saturday casting contest shifted into high gear with the arrival of Mr.
Ron Kusse. There was a bit of confusion regarding the lack of a permit at the first site for
the American Casting Association (ASA) casting event at the Bald Eagle State Park which resulted
in us choosing the front yard of the Flyfishers Paradise at State College.
Fishing Friday evening proved a bit better with some good reports of trout actually rising
to insects, but they were mixed and spotty.

The weather Saturday was great, even a tad too great, it turned pretty darn hot in the sun
and that is where we held the casting contest. By 10:00 A.M. the one-hundred fifty by thirty-foot
course was laid out, complete with a big blue tarp covering the area where the caster would stand.
Ronn Kusse (above left) demonstrated the method. This was a completely sanctioned ACA event with
very tight controls on all aspects including the time (five minutes) to cast a special approved
hookless fly and two measurers on the end
with walkie-talkies reporting to the judge running the event. This was the first time I have ever
seen one of these and I was very impressed. Sure it has little to do with catching anything, but
dog-gone it, it was fun. Those watching enjoyed it as well. You can bet I will enter again if the
opportunity presents itself. If you have never seen a good casting contest, you are missing a lot.
Much can be learned from watching. That's the Editor of the Canadian Fly Fisher magazine
Chris Marshall, casting in the photo on the right above, Ron Kusse pointing and yours truely in the
background.
The long awaited Grudge Match between the my broom and Muddler's mop got an unexpected
bonus. Ron Kusse offered to award one of his fine bamboo rods to the winner. Unfortunately,
the offer was withdrawn when the mop failed to appear. The 'official' measured distance for the
non-winning broom cast was a mere 79 feet, (severely affected by a strong wind.) We await
the appearance of the mop at the next FAOL Fish-In! Bring it on Muddler!
Saturday evening, at least for me, was the nicest on Spring Creek. The trout started nymphing
on sulphers, they actually did hatch in enough numbers to turn the fish onto the duns. It didn't
last very long, but that was real fly-fishing. Nothing much better.
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