Just fifteen more and I can start manuscript.
Notes to remember:
Conditions: Bright sunshine but creek primarily shaded by overhanging trees. Few square foot patches of sunlit water at Wells Spring.
Time: Lunch hour
Flies: Crystal Cactus Chenille
Other: Steady wind causing constant ripple. Hard to see at all today. Dressed for work with white shirt on.
The Kraken would not show today. Hiding in his lie, peering out through tassels of roots, branches, and long dead limbs, I knock at his door a couple of times when a young carp is dispatched. The youngster comes to the sunlight and I show him the bugger. He likes and he sucks, then comes to hand.
Shortly another young sentinel comes and he too sucks the bugger. Almost identical in size these are quite young carp... maybe two pounds.
End of the lunch hour grows nigh and I must leave.
Just fifteen more but I also want to shake hands with Ol' Scarhead.