I was expecting impossible. I was expecting no fish and chocolate milk and no sun and perhaps even rain. For crazy reasons of hydrology and localized weather beyond my understanding I was wrong and had everything I needed but good sun.
After a couple of hours patiently wading as slowly as I could stand it I had only gotten one good shot. There were carp to be had, I just was not seeing them before they saw me. Eventually though, my patience was rewarded when suddenly out of the depths of the darkness the clear image of a slowly cruising carp in ankle deep water appeared. Fishing in cloudy light is like that. Nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And then all of s suddenly you see a fish as clear as can be. A quick lob and drag and drop later and that is how Fly-Carpin made it through the floods of 2013.