Only thirty minutes. That's all I got. I gotta go hang with the Bro's after this. That's what was running through my head. But there always was that thirty minutes. I got to the lake around 9:00. From the car, I could start to see the dark shapes moving, looking for a meal. At the same time though, they were trying to elude impostor foods. The first carp I decided to take a shot at was around twenty feet out. The cast landed softly around five feet from his face. Strip, strip, rest. The fish turned, swam towards the fly, and started looking in the mud. When he got to my fly, I set. Fish on! I fought the fish for awhile, having to bring back tons of line as my drag was way loose when I set the hook. I brought the fish into the net, and posed for a picture (above). I managed to pull one more carp in that next twenty minutes, just a smaller one. He did pose for a very cool release picture though, and put up a pretty good fight. A sweet way to spend some extra time. Go rip some lips (or suckers, or teeth, whatever fish you want. Heck, I heard the squirrel bite down at your local park is good, why not go check that out?)
