I found Carpland. I could see dozens of the fish, milling around. I could just see them, as the water clarity here is next to nothing, but still more than nothing, so, there was hope.
I stood next to some of them and they didn’t seem to mind. They also didn’t seem terribly interested in what I was doing. Sadly, while I found Carpland, I wasn’t good enough to get on the ride.
I hooked one and had a few good, solid runs out of it… better runs than I’ve had out of a carp to this point, really, and then it just came unbuttoned. It was my first carp hook up of the day and it would be my last.
My consolation prize and the only fish I brought to hand was this little bass.
In the end there were several take aways…
- The Clear Int Sink line really didn’t do the trick. It put me in the weeds way too fast.
- The flies I had were too heavily weighted and contributed greatly to the end results from #1.
- I don’t know what I’m doing when it comes to really stalking carp.
I found them. I could even see them at a distance at times, but a fly stripped in their face wasn’t working. I don’t know if it was the size of the fly, the color of the fly, the speed of the strip, the cadence of the strip or if was just the carp being, collectively, kind of dickish.
I have much to ponder… and miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep (figuratively speaking).