Sunday, December 13, 2009
Carp in the Water
I reach my destination at about 10:50am which was much later then I was hoping for, but being 24 on a saturday morning sometimes means sleep is inportant. Now let me give you some information about this spot. I learned about it earliar this week. for anyone that knows the Fox River, there is locations up and down the entire thing that can and will produce fish on a consistent basis. I know two of these areas (and I don't know them well). So after suiting up for battle, I made my way down to the river. As soon as I approached, carp swam off in all areas. As soon as I got a view of the river, I felt relaxed, almost a euphoric feeling come over me. That river smell hit my senses, and when I took my first steps wading around, I just felt great again. I love how being about 35 minutes from my fairly busy suburban town, I feel like I'm in a completely remote place.
I walked out from shore about 20 ft, and worked my way upstream toward the discharge. I started off throwing a dry fly, even though I didn't notice carp hitting the surface at all. I moved up and down the shore from my entry point to the discharge with nothing to show for it, unless you were watching me since I became very proficient in ''ice chunk dodging." After about 2 hours of working this 70 yard stretch of water with random dry and wooly bugger flies, I did what I try to do after every time on the water. I waded over to the shore, put my fly rod down, and just took in my surroundings. I keep a small notebook in my vest so I can write down notes while I'm on the river. I wrote down a few notes, and started back toward my car. I took my time getting my stuff organized and back into the car. I wanted to try and soak up the moment I was in. Fishing has become an escape for me. Not that I need an escape, but everyone that works a full time job, and has pretty much the same schedule on a day to day basis knows that when you get away and do something you're passionate about, well...there is nothing like it.