Low light and a slight tannin stain in the section where I started made sight fishing difficult. At best I could fish to shadows and impressions of fish. At the worst I had to resort to blind casting with down and across actively swimming presentations. Seeing the take is great, but the sudden and unexpected feeling of a good sized carp jerking the rod out of your hands has it's own appeal.
By 11:00 I had hooked three fish in the mid to high teens and all three rate among the hardest, most thunderous takes I have had all year. They also rate as some of the hardest fighting fish I have faced in months and I was only able to land the 16 pounder above. In November. It is amazing how quickly carp can spunk up with some nice weather in the winter.
|Backing. In November?!|
Eventually clouds rolled in and stole the remainder of the weak winter sun. I moved several miles upriver to find some clearer water and started working a section from ambush on the outside of a bend. I could easily see the carp react to the fly as I plunked it within inches of their head and after a while they made it perfectly clear that neither a dropping nor a swimming presentation was going to draw interest. As an experiment I switched to a dead-drifting foam trouser worm under an indicator. Watching an indicator suddenly plunge under the thrust of a 12lb carp also brings a certain thrill. I have gone 8 years without watching a carp pull down an indicator. Why?
|Thingamabobber? Whatever works right?|
|Two? Have you no pride man? No, not really.|
So, this would all seem to indicate that catching carp in the winter is easy. I guess sometimes it even is. On the other hand I went back out for a couple of hours today. I did not fish well, I did not smell a take, I certainly didn't bring home the digital bacon. I guess it is a good thing that our dinner is brought to us through money and the bounty that is King Soopers because a thousand years ago I would be sleeping on the other side of the lean-to tonight.