Had a bit too much going on yesterday between dogsitting and the CCA meeting at the shop, so I had to stay local to get my carp fix. Did a bit of searching / recon in and around the Park Cities, and found a spot that is probably recognizable to anyone who grew up in that area and wet a line as a kid:
Apologies on the cell phone picture – Brent has the good camera in Alaska. Honey Girl did make the journey with me, and was amazing – didn’t jump in that stinky water even once. Maybe even SHE was scared of it. Instead she decided to sit and laugh at my frustrations:
And she would be correct. The carp were there (in droves), but I couldn’t buy one. I tried every ‘go to’ fly in the box, and they ran away from every one. Well, sauntered is probably a better description. They didn’t really spook and explode as you’d expect, just kinda moved off. David’s suggestion of a bread fly might be a good idea…. I did however catch two bass over 1lb each (“stupid trash fish” according to Joel Hays), and the biggest frustration were the little bluegill (bream) that kept stealing my fly as it fluttered down to my real quarry. Ah well – it was a good time, and hopefully I’ll get it figured out before Evan goes down there an pulls them all out.