I'm sorry guys, but I just couldn't stand it any longer. It's not my fault I tell you. It's Charlie's fault. You see since trout season opened at Blue River, Charlie has never stopped scouting for the carp of Rock Creek. And, I should point out, he has tormented and teased me with his reports, and some quite recent, of great carp activity in a month that they are usually wintered up.
So today, with the temperatures being in the low sixties, I hurriedly rigged up a carp rod and grabbed one fly - the Creek Critter. On Rock Creek with the Creek Critter ready to go the carp were hiding under a cover or blanket of leaves. However, there were openings in this weave and with just a little luck the fly could be rolled into those clear spots.
It didn't take long for the Creek Critter to find a carp. The conversation begin and it was a chore getting the carp through the weave, but he finally came to hand.
On the next cast things went south really quick. A pesky little perch swallowed the Critter and again this was the only carp fly I brought. It was just rod and fly on the creek today and the forceps were still in the prairie schooner. The choice was to kill the perch and retrieve the fly or break off and let the perch do his best to survive and they often will. So, the Critter was sacrificed and the perch went back in the drink.
Back at the prairie schooner I searched in what I thought was vain for a carp fly, but knew full well they were all back at the bunkhouse. But suddenly a fly caught my eye - a fairly large (a little big for trout if you'll beg my pardon guys) olive, long hackled soft hackle pattern. It is similar to a fly the boys in Colorado and Oregon and that part of the country use on carp with great success. I was back in action.
At the creek again, the soft hackle went out and a carp sucked it right away. Good fighting carp and good sized for this creek. This fish took me downstream to more clear water and was much easier to land.
I know, I know... this is November and November is trout season, not carp season. Never have I caught carp this late in the year and to tell you the truth these carp fellows probably need a rest from Charlie and me. We've wore them out over the last ten months or so.
So, that's the story guys and I'll probably see you this coming weekend sometime. I'll be bringing the pheasant tails, hare's ear, copper john's and such. If you want to be pissed at me you have ever right.
I just couldn't stand it any longer.