Dear Carp - March 4th, 2013

Dear Carp,

Today was a cookie cutter of yesterday, but only nicer since there was much less wind.  I deemed it a perfect afternoon to come a-calling. 

Charlie must have thought the same thing because he has sent me a postcard to share with you.  It's a postcard of one of your brothers that lives in a pasture downstream. 

Charlie sent out an offering in the form and fashion of one said San Juan Worm to this brother and the brother... liked the worm.

 

I chose a neutral color offering today but you couldn't seem to find this color as you come to it several times.  I believe the fly was becoming camouflaged in the thick mat of algae that has taken root at your home.

 

So, I moved downstream a little and tied on an offering with a yellow wing and rust brown body.   There was a herd of your kind about 25 feet out and with a backhanded roll cast I sent my gift to these beeves. 

 

As soon as the fly hit the water, one of your community members nose-dived for the fly.  I lost sight of both fish and fly and then went on yet another gut hook-set based on the time I thought was appropriate.  We had a nice talk, me and this guy did.

 

 

 

This citizen was a rowdy type of fellow, splashing water on the lens of my memory maker.  That's okay however, because water dries doesn't it? 

 

I learn from you each time I come my friends.  On my last several visits I took note of how you notice me shaking line out of the end of the rod when I hold it waist high or higher.  I took note how this scares you so now I shake line out the end of my rod with the rod tip down.  Then, I lift the rod tip ever slow slowly. 

 

Thank you for the lessons you have taught me and will continue to teach. 

 

 

Sincerely,

 

 

Prairie Ocean Fly Fisher