Sunday, November 07, 2010

Speaking of nostalgia

My first ever carp. Much thanks to Wendy berrel, he not only found these fish, but he braved the muddy, reed covered trench to ensure that we got a good look at this fish.


Wendy Berrell said...

That whole scene is pretty well burned into my memory. Carp and buffalo drifting in an out of sight, down amongst the plant life in that slow Cannon River channel. One minute you wouldn't see anything and the next: big gray shapes would materialize.

Quite a place to fight a carp too. Actually had people stopping on the road to watch. "This better be good," is the quote from one on-looker.

And hell, it was better than good. It was carp on a bamboo fly rod.

alfonso said...

I like your blog! I'm from spain and I practise carp and barb flyfishing and I'm in love of this fishes.

Excuseme but my english it's not very well.

All the best, Alfonso

Nick said...

Don't forget that time on the Willamette at the mouth of Johnson Cr. when you spotted that pod of fish and tried to land one for an entire evening. I'm sure you would crush them now.

I myself found about three big ones in a pool in the creek, but they wanted nothing to do with my fly.

Scott was busy catching bass.

I still smile when I pass that park in Milwaukee on my way to the clack.


winonaflyfactory said...

Gotta get that image printed and put in a frame next to the vise. Good one Wendy.