It was too damn cold for anyone to be out here. Only crazy people went fishing on a day like this. He was talking to himself on the drive to the water, one cold day in January with the wind blowing and the distinct possibility ice freezing in his guides. … Continue reading
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And a Carp Wriggles Through It, Part 5
One of my favorite parts of fly fishing or fishing in general is that it’s something anyone can do. As a certified casting instructor, I run into many people who balance precipitously on the fence, not knowing whether to try fly fishing or if they’ll just be made to look … Continue reading
Et tu, Grasser?
My eyes strained behind my polarized lenses, trying to identify exactly which one of the cruising shadows was the one I was looking for. I could’ve sworn I had seen… there! A shadow that was slightly darker and more cigar-shaped than the others rose to the surface and sipped a … Continue reading
And a Carp Wriggles Through It, Part 4
Sunrise over the croplands. Day Two. The sun is high, the birds gently sing, and the cicadas buzz. It was pretty much Day One. It was glorious. And I was back for more. I seeee you… I started moving along the rivercourse, searching for signs of active carp. In places … Continue reading
And a Carp Wriggles Through It, Part 3
Ah. The walk upstream. Treading softly past old bridge pilings and debris from flood years well within recent memory. Locals can remember a time when the roaring torrent crested just below the bridge I am now standing 40 feet underneath.These are reminders of the raw power that hides in the … Continue reading
And a Carp Wriggles Through It, Part 2
As I stood at the back of my vehicle rigging up my 6 weight, I had time to reflect on how lucky I was to get to go fishing that day. The sun was hot on my back, and I slid my buff up into position. It was near noon; carp … Continue reading
And a Carp Wriggles Through It, Part 1
Ah, the summers of youth. Long hot days, freedom to roam after my chores were through, and miles of river to explore. It might come as little surprise that as much of my time as possible was spent with a line in the water – back then it was spinning … Continue reading