Fly fishing for carp has become an osmosis for Charlie and I - we've taken it all in, soaked up as much as we can. We can't seem to stop.
I lied like a dog this morning. I told Miss Carol I wouldn't fish today... most likely. However, since my workplace morning was short and she was stuck at work, I didn't see any harm in sneaking to the creek for an hour.
The Carpola Charlie fly continues to amaze me. Of the last fifteen carp I've captured, all but one have been on the Carpola Charlie. This morning's color was the yellow and brown Carpola.
Here are the carp of my morning outing.