Written by Tom Shank
My first encounter with a “fork stick” happened when I was very young boy on a weekend fishing trip with my father. My dad would drive along the Swatara Creek to an area between Middletown and Hummelstown and find a place along the creek to park his car and a wide space upon which to cast a fishing rod.
The equipment was rather primitive – a bait caster reel and stiff fishing rod. The bait would be worms with a sinker of about 1 ounce to propel the bait into the calm waters of the Swatty, as we called it. Rock bass and catfish were our targets.
Last Updated on Tuesday, 10 May 2016 15:44