Good sun, check.
Leaker waders in trunk, check.
15 to 20mph winds, gulp.
It was a bit of a stretch with the wind and all but I traded a couple of hours of vacation for a couple of hours on the river today. I was hoping to find all the carp in a winter warm-snap induced feeding frenzy like last weekend. Whoops. I refuse to recognize the truth because the fantasy is so much more fun, but on really nice days in the winter things can go one way or the other. Sometimes the carp go on the feed and life is good. Sometimes they just go on the chill. Like New-York vacationers in Florida in January. Picture a pool some sun, a cheap vinyl folding chair and a drink with a funny little umbrella.
|On and Odd Day, Perhaps the Oddest Piece of Random River Junk Yet|
It is hard to say how much of it was their ineptitude and how much was my own but I only ended up hooking three and landing two of those 15 or so takes before blowing up the pod and losing my only lightly weighted Trouser Worm. That single fly had caught at least 5 or 6 carp in various odd circumstances since August. I was sad to see it go.