Recalling a video (see below) from Carpicide I stalked the bank looking for a cruiser, at the ready with fly in hand. Every so often a carp would come within short reach. I put cast after cast in front of, beside and occasionally on top of fish with no luck. I hoped by the end of this trip I could report back that I was officially a “Carp-Man” but they remained uncooperative. At least I know where I can find them to hone my skill…to be continued.
As mentioned in an earlier post I’m grateful to work for an employer who believes in summer hours. So when dismissed early I try to make the day count by wetting a line. This past Friday I intended to redeem myself for previous shortcomings on the Cannon River. I hedged my bets by heading to a stretch I had success on last season. In addition to bass last year I noticed a ton of carp so I was anxious to try my hand. At 2:00ish I was en-route to the Cannon. There is something therapeutic or maybe even nostalgic about wet wading in the heat of summer, either way I left the waders in the bag. Plan A – Carp, Plan B – Bass. What I learned, or knew, about myself is given options I’m likely to choose the one most familiar when faced with adversity. Without another fisherman in sight I had my pick of spots and while walking the bank white bellies rolled in the current like twinkle lights on a Christmas tree. Carp, and I had just the assortment of freshly tied flies for them. The only thing more frustrating than not catching fish is seeing the fish you’re not catching. Determined not to let the Cannon get the better of me a second time I switched to bass tactics after an hour or so. I was instantly rewarded with a small bass who hit a Clouser moments before I picked up to re-cast. After another hour and a handful of unremarkable fish I transitioned back to plan A, this time with a more heady approach.