Looking downstream a 100 feet or better I could detect a most faint wake riffling upstream and that told me that the carp were active. Making my way to the lower shallows there indeed were carp and the problem that faced me was approaching them since they were at the tail end of the shallows. Standing on the bank ten feet above them I made my way down inch by inch. At the bottom of the bank I got on my knees and knee-walked out ever so slowly to a small sandbar.
About 15 feet above me were two young carp eating to their hearts content. A flip cast put the fly, a black Aftermath, beyond the carp I had targeted. A lift of the rod tip brought the fly in proximity of the carp, a single strip called the carp to action. His tail wagged, he moved forward, and then the gill plates flared. The hook set was good and as he sliced through the water like a launched torpedo I watch the rest of the carp community suddenly explode. The explosions were like cluster bombs going off underneath the surface. It was a most wonderful thing to watch.