Saturday, August 25, 2012
Some days you get your clock cleaned.
One, my piss poor casting technique. On a good day, I am an average caster (at best). Today, I was a novice. When I wasn't hitting bushes or trees I was lining fish or hopelessly tangling my two fly rig. Granted, the fish were spooking at the slightest plop of a fly in the mirror like surface, but I seemed to add to that problem by either hitting the fish in the head with the fly, or covering fish in a pile of fly line. Not my best performance.
Two, my incredibly poor decision making. Hmmm...two fish at 25 ft, inevitably one is more likely to eat than the other...usually I can tell. Today I just cast over the back of one to get to the other and blew both fish when the front fish was likely the eater anyway. Strong work.
Four...strip setting. I tried it twice today, and nicked two fish that quickly popped off. Either I suck at strip setting, or it just doesn't work on super picky, hyper spooky fish that refuse to do anything more than mouth a fly like an old man who forgot his dentures trying to eat corn on the cob. probably both.
So yeah...none of this shit is easy, and despite my general grumping above, I don't feel too bad. I landed three fish, and David caught four, so really we did ok. We saw some big fish, and David landed one, a sweet 19 lber that just pounced on his soft hackle. David's big girl saved the day for both of us...watching that baby eat was some sweet theater. Carping is, at it's heart, a game of numbers. You need many targets. You need many opportunities. You need many presentations because you are going to screw them up! Accept it, move on to the next target. Find the next opportunity, and make the next presentation. If you do that, then even on a day when you get your clock cleaned, you can leave feeling pretty good.