Towards the end of a very successful day stalking carp I decided to try an odd technique I was shown a couple of years ago. First you casually stalk out onto a bridge, lean over the edge and sight some carp. Pretty easy so far right? Now perch yourself on the edge of the bridge and try getting a fly into the zone 30 to 40 feet directly below you while fighting current, wind and gravity. Try detecting the take and setting the hook. Somehow figure out how to keep a peeved carp on your hook and out of the pilings while you scramble desperately for the end of the bridge and claw your way down to shore. All in all it is not the thing for me but it was kind of interesting!
This is far from routine but the oddest part was that while carefully orchestrating a picture of my first bridge carp I realized I had not removed my fly. Except I was somewhat sure I had removed my fly and absolutely sure that my fly was not huge and olive. I was momentarily dazed and confused. Anybody missing a NearNuff Crayfish? Partially used, but still in good condition!