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Fishizzle, I use worms but I'm looking to upgrade!
So my sister sent me a picture today and it made me laugh. My dad, sister and I had heard about the little lehigh after an interesting presentation by Rod, the owner of the fly shop that used to be open right at the heritage section in the park. The presentation showed tons of pictures of big fish and made it seem like they were everywhere. We drove out there one saturday- and the stories were true. There were fish everywhere and each pool was stacked with nice bows and browns that I would later learn were a mix of both stocked and wild fish. The stream was great then- which was a matter of days after september 11th because I remember we got lost in Allentown and I asked a guy where Allentown was with his response being "jesus man after what just happened I don't even know where the hell I am anymore". That was that and we eventually found the stream.
In any event, once we got to the stream I started fishing and my dad took my sister a few hundred yards above me. I hooked a couple and started being a bratty little 11 year old rubbing it in their face. My dad, being the crafty bastard that he is, took his garlic pills out of his pocket which he had on him to try and fight his high cholesterol. He put one on my sister's hook and soon after she was hooked up with one of the huge breeder rainbows that were laying in the pool. I was immediately jealous. Then another came to the net. And another. I came running up in ADHD fashion only to see my sister pull the rig in real quick and saw what was going on. Garlic pills. In poorly articulated sentences I called my sister a cheater in 20 different ways while my dad called me a poor sport and said my sister was the honest victor. We left that day with me nearly in tears and her proud as hell The picture below proves it. Not gunna lie- it still hurts.
In any event, once we got to the stream I started fishing and my dad took my sister a few hundred yards above me. I hooked a couple and started being a bratty little 11 year old rubbing it in their face. My dad, being the crafty bastard that he is, took his garlic pills out of his pocket which he had on him to try and fight his high cholesterol. He put one on my sister's hook and soon after she was hooked up with one of the huge breeder rainbows that were laying in the pool. I was immediately jealous. Then another came to the net. And another. I came running up in ADHD fashion only to see my sister pull the rig in real quick and saw what was going on. Garlic pills. In poorly articulated sentences I called my sister a cheater in 20 different ways while my dad called me a poor sport and said my sister was the honest victor. We left that day with me nearly in tears and her proud as hell The picture below proves it. Not gunna lie- it still hurts.
