I continued to screw up shots and miss fish for about an hour. When these things happen I start to get down in the dumps. One wonders if it will happen at all. this is always when something miraculous happens. I was standing ankle deep, pitching inaccurate 50 foot casts to bubblers when out of the corner of my eye I saw a much closer fish. I quickly stripped in for a 10 ft cast. The shot was perfect. I led the fish by about a foot and past his path the same distance.
I stripped once and WHAM. BYE BYE! That sucker was going. The line at my feet zipped through my fingers. With that gone I watched the line on the reel burn away. The backing knot clicked through the guides for the first time in months. That fish just kept going, leaving probably twenty turns left on the spool. As is typically the case the fish began to do the back and forth, give and take, Through the snags fight. After releasing the fish I would look at the leader. It was lucky I landed that thing at all. Any one of those violent head shakes could have popped the tippet. With luck I got to observe one of these fish in detail. I let him go and looked up. There were no longer any feeding carp.
|A Nice Bonus|
|Nice yellow in the caudal peduncle, anal fin, and tail. There is even a little orange there.|
|A sucker for the Lytle Patented Carp Bugger.|