May 26th I made my way to Penns creek around poe paddy in the C&R section for some drake action.  The coffins came out heavy from the trees as my dad and i practically had the whole 250-300 yd long pool to ourselves except for 2 other guys down at the very end of it that may have only fished for an hour.  As the flys started to fall while there was still a good bit of day light left even the big fish began to feed.  I noticed one that was just sipping the big size 8-10 flys off the top but still had a good hearty sound to it and i made my way over towards him to just watch for awhile and see how often and exactly what he was taking.

Immediately when I got over to him I realized he was taking the coffins and pretty readily sometimes coming up twice in just a few seconds.  I rooted through my messy fly box and actually pulled out an older catskill style coffin that I had found last year in a tree while fishing the drakes.

I tied it on and made a few drifts when i realized he had changed his feeding line by a foot or so it seemed.  I pulled a little more line out and noticed a few coffins coming together toward the fish.  I put my fly right in front of them and when it got there it was just a very subtle sip and my fly disappeared.  I set the hook and the fight was on,  he made a hard run right away towards the bank immediately and then up stream about 15 yards and just sat there.  I knew right away it was a good fish, then finally he made a break downstream and i was still at his mercy with a 4wt rod.  After a 5 minute battle and a litle help from dear old dad the 18 1/2 inch very thick and healthy brown was in the net.  A few quick pictures and a measurement and he was back and on the  move for another angler another day.

Although my night could have been complete with that, darkness was upon us and there was still plenty of fishing to do.  I tied on a big coffin spinner and made my way quietly and slowly up the stream, hooked up with a few more what felt like to be nice fish but couldnt bring any to the night, and things slowed down around 1030 so it was time to hit the trail back to the truck. 

Although they were earlier i think that was for the better as all the people were not around since there vacation was probably planned for a week or 2 later.

Not the biggest fish on Penns creek but definitely my biggest and best to date on a fly rod and a wild trout to boot.