Friday, December 26, 2014

Going for the Weird Stuff

Today I was thinking a bit. I saw some bass in one of the ponds I passed on my way home today. There wasn't ice. Maybe, just maybe, the carp bight isn't over. I talked to my father, who has not yet joined the fly carp crowd, into joining me to a pond in a park where, hopefully, we will hook into carp and catfish on chartreuse woolly buggers. Not normal for this season, but that is one of my favorite ways to go about my life. Maybe I'll try some of these cool burrower nymphs I've been tying too:


  1. I like your idea. Let us know if you and dad caught any biglips.
    Fish on...