Alright then, after releasing that fish I returned to the main lake. The water is fairly clear right now, and I could see plenty of bass, perch, and bluegills swimming around. I proceeded to catch some. The smallmouth did some good jumps and runs. Oh, a there as a garter snake swimming around in the pond:
I eventually made my way back to the canal to see if the carp were still there, and sure enough there were some feeders. I tied on a little dark dragonfly imitation, got the perfect shot at a fish facing me, and was soon doing battle with a big carp in small water with plenty of opportunities to loose the fish. I was flirting with danger, really, hooking a fish that big on a fly rod in tight quarters. The fish did one really impressive run right under a bunch of docks, but I recovered and was able to land her.
|Sorry for poking you in the eye fish!|
After that I messed around some trying to get some bass on poppers. I had one take. Eventually I took to slowly walking the beach looking for tailing carp. I got one shot at a mid-teen carp that looked like either a fully scaled mirror or just a common with atypically large scales. When that fish departed I began walking home. I happened to run into the father of a good friend of mine. I hadn't seen him in a very long time and it was good to talk to him again. He introduced me to an elderly friend of his who told me a story about catching carp by hand in the Connecticut river years ago. I always enjoy hearing those kinds of fishing stories.
I continued on my way very glad to have chosen to fish there. Those are the first carp I have ever landed out of the lake, this is the first time I have ever caught more than one in a day, and I got to talk with an old friend all very good things.