The past couple of days were spent looking for better quality fish. It usually goes with out saying that the good ones, regardless of the spiecie are always in the toughest most challenging places. Around here, with heavy bait pressure, the Carp definitly have a sense to know where to be to avoid humans. Over the past two days I was rewarded with some great shots on nice fish, a few nice grabs and sore body. I'm burnt with all the bush whacking and hill climbing!
This morning I picked a stretch that has always kicked my ass. There are strong numbers of nice fish, which keeps me coming back, but the damn Hydrilla is a huge problem and will often choke out with weeds in late summer only leaving small lanes. It's one of the larger slow moving rivers in my area. The fish that come out of there are black as tar with clear shallow water and strong as hell. I poked around for a couple of hours and scratched three shots one some nice fish. Landed two and the last one busted me with a bad cast. At around 9:30 am a endurance running event came through on a tiny trail and I found myself standing there with a fly rod amidst a mass people stomping through huffing and puffing. That was buzz kill to an otherwize quiet morning! After that I spent the rest of the day looking at some new water that I know has a good Carp population but I didn't see any life and it was hotter than hell so I headed home for the cement pond!
|My crude attemp at something that will move water |