The Carp Crusades - Just Some Notes

Just fifteen more and I can start manuscript.

Notes to remember:

May 4th,2010

Conditions: Bright sunshine but creek primarily shaded by overhanging trees. Few square foot patches of sunlit water at Wells Spring.
Time: Lunch hour
Flies: Crystal Cactus Chenille
Other: Steady wind causing constant ripple. Hard to see at all today. Dressed for work with white shirt on.

The Kraken would not show today. Hiding in his lie, peering out through tassels of roots, branches, and long dead limbs, I knock at his door a couple of times when a young carp is dispatched. The youngster comes to the sunlight and I show him the bugger. He likes and he sucks, then comes to hand.

Shortly another young sentinel comes and he too sucks the bugger. Almost identical in size these are quite young carp... maybe two pounds.



End of the lunch hour grows nigh and I must leave.

Just fifteen more but I also want to shake hands with Ol' Scarhead.

The Carp Crusades - Release The Kraken

Releasing the Kraken certainly wasn't a problem for me today.

Arriving at the Well Springs directly after work I was sneaking through the tall grasses when I spotted two carp in the middle of the creek, and holy Toledo, one...was...a...monster! This fish would've went thirty inches if an inch.

On the end of my lariat was the same white cactus chenille streamer that took carp yesterday and I palm rolled it to the fish. He liked what he saw and the battle was on!

The problem was where I chose to throw down at this fish... right in the middle of the creek about ten feet away from a log jam. That log jam was where the Kraken lives and he wanted to go home. Three times I pulled him away from his doorstep, but shortly after the third... the 3X gave way.

The carp won today. I went home with no carp to hand and shy one more fly.

Now, where's that damn 2X?