Sorry… Too COLD… Carp are Sleeping
It’s not often that I get to bust CW’s balls because more often than not the sneaky bastard out fishes me. So we had made plans to meet up on the creek for a few hours on Sunday morning while the kids were at school. I drop them off and am on my way when I get this….
I was totally chomping at the bit to get on the water so I didn’t care if there was an ice storm going on, I was getting out there. It was 37 degrees and the water clarity wasn’t great but I could make out the outlines of some fish from an elevated position. Not too long after this exchange it continued something like this…
And of course like most fish, this one has a story. If you read the last post you know that I started tying up some of they hybrid flies that John and Trevor pioneered. I liked them but had in our typically very murky water it was super hard to see the fly compared to the high viz orange blood dot’s we typically throw so I decided to tinker. (don’t I always) The result I thought was pretty cool which is basically a hybrid with a high viz head so it was easier to see a take. I tied it in a couple of different versions to play with.
The first version I replaced the hackle with a bright orange puglisi dubbing brush. It sank a bit slower so I don’t recommend this for faster water. The second I tied traditionally but dubbed the head with some fire orange dubbing. It sank faster but you could see both pretty well.
I had cast to the lead and largest fish in the shoal but she passed it up. Truthfully I did not see her sister following behind make the take and before I knew it, my line came tight and it was game on. I was perched up on a ledge above the creek and had to work my way down stream to get in the water. As I was making my way down, she took off up stream. I looked down and I was already in my backing. As I jumped down into the cold creek waters, I started recovering line and something didn’t feel right. The familiar head shake had stopped and my line had no give in it. I was hung up. My heart sank as my first good fish of the season was gone. I began trudging upstream to to retrieve my fly. I could see the rock it was wrapped around and as I approached I saw my leader with a full turn around the rock and the carp still attached. I gave the line and upstream flip and the fight was on again.
By the time we pulled into an eddy to exchange pleasantries I was grinning at my good fortune.
Is there a lesson here? Hell I don’t know… It’s never too cold and never give up on a fish! So here endith the lesson…
Good Luck and Tight Lines!