George E. Maurer

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George's Stony Corner...His final shop.  George's Daughters thought this was his nicest shop.  He had a very productive time teaching many new rod makers and making many new Sweet Waters for his eager customers.


This is the great oak tree...home to a family of red squirrels who provided great entertainment at dusk.  Their arial acrobats were quite impressive and their endless energy enviable.  Also home to a raccoon and sometimes a Sow and her two cubs would take a climb.  Just behind the tree is the bay where George stored his tons of bamboo culms.






The casting area...for many this will be a special, familiar site...George would string up the rods and have them ready on the picnic table as you enjoyed casting them in this small meadow.  His great friends, Jon and Andra Robbins, worked with the Rails to Trails to get a bench dedicated to George's memory.  It rests out to the left of the picture...a close-up is below.




If you've never visited the Pine Creek Valley of Pennsylvania, I strongly encourage you to make the trip.  Tommy and Debby Finkbiner up at the Slate Run Tackle Shop were very close and dear friends of George and would love to see you stop on in.  On the way, stop by Cammal and read the plaque on George's Bench and take a look at the bending Pine Creek that carves through the valley. 





This is the path George walked each day with his trusty companion, Cochise.  They had many other companions along the trail.  "Living Walking Sticks" to Cochise, they'd run across the occasional rattle snake, tred under the flickering shadow cast by a hawk or the great Bald Eagle.  Bobcats and their young were of the favorite companions George would have along the trail.  When George first moved into Stony Corner, he had Walter, his tom cat.  After Walter's passing Cochise arrived from the shelter and then a Maine Coon Cat showed up and decided that George made for great company.  Dubbed Crazy Cloud, it was the "Mad Kamikaze" that would dive bomb George's wrapper as he tried to wrap rods.


An older picture of George that appeared in a newspaper article about him and his Sweet Water Rods.  This was his first shop before the one in Shoemakersville...where I first met George and his family.