That memory freshly recalled from long term storage I decided to check out the water with the hopes that I could sight fish to some carp. I approached the water and found myself on a cliff. Looking down into the deep sediment filled water I used my peripheral vision to look for the tell tale outlines of golden bones. I made my way upstream teetering on the edge before I found a shelf. The same shelf I waded out on as a young boy when I first saw that carp long ago. I parked myself behind some vegetation and began searching. I saw a moving log which meant only one thing. Carp. Rather than rushing into the fray I sat and waited. Soon two other carp came into view and I had a choice between three different bones.
The larger of the three was a good 10-12 pound fish. I decided to wait for him instead of going after the closer 6-8 pounders. Soon I had my chance. The larger carp was coming onto the shallow shelf directly at me. I roll casted my twelve foot leader and a few feet of fly line out and my horrible cast landed directly on top of the carp's head. The carp was slightly frightened and sharply turned away before immediately changing his mind, turning, and sucking in the unweighted, descending damsel. The carp was dazed and confused upon the hookset probably because he had never been hooked before. The battle came to an end on the other side of the stream as I carefully slid the carp in shallow water where it came to a rest next to an old algae covered can of Busch beer, most likely a holdover from the opening days of my youth.
Good Sized Carp.
Second Ever From a Stream.
Good Choice of Carp Water.
Bad Choice of Beer.
2 comments:
Not even sure what to say mark, .... your a bad azz with the carp on a fly...
Didn't get my take and they went down deep... to come....
I can see a carp drinking PBR at least...
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