Sometimes it is clear why I like Carp fishing so much. There are so many parallels with the small high country stream fishing I grew up with. In both cases you have no chance of catching a fish until you can sneak up on a fish. In both cases it is frequently (but not always!) the case that the less fly line you have out the better. And there is no doubt that both kinds of fishing are very visual in nature. Of course the connection falls apart if you inspect it TOO closely since I have never even seen a 7" Carp. They exist only in rumor and legend.
Mostly this weekend wasn't about fishing though. Mostly it was about this:
|The View Of Town From Our Family Cabin|
|The top of our big family walk. Of course there were fish. "Chinese Dad Torture"|
|Miners Were Tougher Than We Are!|
|The mine-shaft. Very old. Very intimidating.|
|In Search Of Butterflies.|
|The family lap dog would repeatedly collapse in some shade and wouldn't move until she received luvin.|