No, not fishing altogether. I could never do that!
After pounding one of my local ponds really hard for the last month I have decided to let it go for a while:
The carp have started to spawn, bass are in a funk after this last cold front, and pickerel are not yet ready for the big topwater bite. Farther than that, I don't like putting in to much pressure, so the next time I visit this pond will be towards the end of the month. So from this point on I am replacing carp and largemouth for stripers and smallmouth as target species, and yes, I will be back on the small streams because of the renewal all the rain has brought. And this weekend, I'll be exploring some cool new stomping grounds to the South. Who knows what I'll find?
But here are the last three outings on that local pond:
Yesterday morning: I got one mediocre shot at a tailing carp, a loner cruising through the pads who didn't even sniff the fly. I switched to a new popper and caught plenty of nice bluegills. Also, a big bullfrog. Through most of the rest of the day we were hit sporadically by thunderstorms.
I went back in the evening and as darkness rapidly approached I was hoping for some good catfish. They tend to get very active after big storms. All I managed was one perch.
Today I spooked one carp, saw feeders that were well out of range, and generally got frustrated. It was cold. Eventually persistence paid of and I got one of those just plain head shaking, giggling lucky moments. A decent bullhead took my fly. Had I caught one last night I wouldn't have been nearly so surprised. Also, last night was going to be sight fishing if the were around at all. The only other times I have caught any catfish species on the fly were sight fishing or trailing worm peices off the hook of a Clouser. This one was blind casting with a plain old woolly bugger. COOL!