Slob. This monster was snoozing off the edge of the flat when a size 10 rust (singlebarbed free range dubbed) soft hackle gently splashed down about eight inches away. As the fly sank she eased down after it into the depths. I counted to three and lifted the rod. Slob.
Dr. Cane stuck this fish on a perfect worm take off an outstanding cast. The worm sank inches from the tailer...touched down and we saw the tail stop. The fish went horizontal, eased forward, went vertical and it was fish on.
This little guy ate a soft hackle like a feeding trout. The fish was stationed on a gravel bar facing into the current. It darted left and ate something. It darted right and ate something. It darted left again and ate my soft hackle.
This fish came off of sheer seduction. A tailing fish, it proved the rare exception that could resist a San Juan worm. Then along hopped a smallish looking bug...skittering and swimming. The fish followed...paused...followed and ate.
This fish came with persistence. Despite perfect positioning and some well placed flies...no take. Again and again this was repeated until the fish had simply had enough and stopped tailing and headed for deep water. In a last ditch effort I flipped the flies in front...strip, strip, strip, strip...the fish paused and I set the hook.
Carp on the fly.