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This Friday afternoon Jeff and I left for Black Moshannon State Park to do a little camping/fly-fishing.  After
making several wrong turns on the way to the park we finally arrived at our destination around 7 pm.  We parked the car and promptly bushwacked down towards Benner Run (or where we thought it may be) to set up camp.  Our luck took a turn for the better and by the time I had set up the tent and got a fire going, Jeff had dinner on the line. 

The next day we woke by 5 am to take a walk before we fished and see the sunrise from the ridge line.  By 6:00 am we were on the stream having already saw turkeys coming down from roost to flock and a white tail deer.  We both made it to midday with fish on our line.  Granted I only caught one, a beautiful brookie (see photo).  The rest of my time was spent napping and taking photographs the rest of the morning.

By lunch time a group of locals carrying spinning rods and massive amounts of bait found our camp.  What we thought was a secluded fly fishing stream, soon turned into a crowded stream full stringers that any commercial fisherman would have been proud of.

So with our new friends patrolling the banks like hawks, we decided to head back to the main lake and catch some bluegill.  For the next few hours we wet wading through the lilly pads catching dinner plate sized bluegill with dry ant flies and wolly buggers.  We were having some much fun I forgot to get my camera out of the car.  By the time we left I had counted around 50 bluegill on the end of my line!

The weekend was ended the only way a trip to black moshannon state park can.  A trip to Otto's Pub and Brewery for some Red Mo and apps.

More photos of the trip can be found HERE.