As of last Thursday it had been a better part of a month since I had last fly fished. I could feel myself getting sick from the situation.
A Thursday trip to Blue resulted in a nice Rainbow trout to my hand and a wonderful meeting with a gentleman from Sherman, Texas.
I was on the river Friday, and then Saturday and Sunday. On Saturday I lost my camera to the depths of the Blue River. No, I wasn't distraught or mad or anything like that. This certainly wasn't the first camera or other electronic device I've lost to the waters I fish.
Sunday, I fished Blue in quick fashion and made a mad dash back home to go to Rock Creek for the carp. Upon getting on the banks of the creek I spotted a really nice carp holding under a fallen tree trunk. The tree trunk was dead, but still had live limbs sprouting from the trunk. The fish was at the tip of the tree trunk so I decided to see if I could cast close enough to draw him out. The first two casts were a little off the mark, but the third cast was dead on. What a joy to watch a carp swim to a fly and suck it up.
There I was with one of the nicer carp that I've caught by way of fly rod and fly and I didn't have a camera to take his mug shot.
One camera coming up later today.