Saturday, January 21, 2012
Back in the day, Adam and I frequented the Little Lehigh Creek in Allentown, PA several times a month. It was our proving ground as teenagers learning the nuances of casting, presentation, and matching the hatch. Every now and then, we head back to check in. On probably the coldest day of the the winter, we awoke around 7 a.m. and made our way to our familiar haunt. The goal was to catch a few fish and make it back to our warm houses to watch some playoff football. When Adam picked me up, I nearly fell over laughing. He was decked out in his Green Bay colors. Adam isn't afraid to let everyone know that he is a diehard Packers fan. As a prelude to their eventual defeat, Adam didn't catch anything despite using variations of the same flies as I did. Meanwhile, I pulled out stocker browns and rainbows mixed in with the occasional wild fish. Adam's decision to rock the green, yellow, and white with no shame proved to be a bad omen for the Packers.