The initial target was grass carp. A target that has established itself as being almost absurdly difficult in this area. But here's one. Tailing. I'd not seen that before, and I was pretty sure it would be a somewhat less difficult to fool. Nope. I put five different flies in front of that fish, probably a dozen presentations, it never took.
The little commons that fill this pond were obliging as usual. Both Noah and I caught a few, a couple on flies and a five or six on bread. Annoyingly, we both also caught snapping turtles on bread. Including the same turtle twice. I caught three. I'll readily catch snapping turtles on purpose, but I hate leaving a hook in their mouth after they eat my fly or bait. Two of mine were successfully freed, the third broke off.
What I very much did not expect from that pond, though I knew it to be stocked, was to catch a trout. The water was more than 80 degrees! But it happened, and ugly little rainbow. He swam off, though I know his chances of surviving the rest of the day were slim.
After running out of bread to chum up the carp we switched gears and headed over to a small river with pretty good multi-species potential. That's just what we got. I fished a black hares ear and various small streamers, Noah fished a marabou jig, and we picked a few fish here and there.
We found fairly quickly that there were still some trout around, things there haven't warmed up too much yet. Of course after getting a rainbow in 80 degree water I'm not really sure what to think.
This morning I wanted to get a better carp, size wise. With a north north-west wind I knew I'd have plenty of sheltered bank to sight fish. I got of to a slow start and there really weren't that many fish around. When I eventually did find a willing participant, it was far from the best looking carp I've ever caught. This year so far I just haven't done much carping, and subsequently I think my precision with it has waned. I need to put more time in and I plan to.