When I was at Penn State I would drive by the Juniata every trip back to Philly, where the parents lived. Dad and I did a float trip down in a canoe, and had a blast with the not so small smallies. I also lost a very nice muskie on my smallmouth ultralight (no leader). He clobbered a bass assasin. We were a ways upstream from there, and the farther south the better from what I've heard.
But will I be there... nope. April on the flats for me this year.