I spent most of my time trying to find fish. When I was about give up I decided to hit up an area I've neglected for a while. How things have changed. The islands and tulies have been moved and so it channelizes the water. It's gin clear, it almost seems as if you're on an English chalk stream. That is if chalk streams smelt like ass, were loud with traffic noises, devoid of any clean water fish and had water that would make you sterile. Other than that, yeah, very similar to a English chalk stream. There were at least 15 large carp in here. Casting was tough so I moved away from it and approached them from downstream. I had to wade and that didn't help my cause. They spooked after several casts. So I moved up and started blind casting into the weeds. My rod went heavy and at first I thought it to be garbage until I lifted the beast out of the water and exposed its side. It was at least a 2 pound bass, a pig for this water. He never fought, he was limp as a Dirk Diggler and just as big. He got off somehow after I exposed his side. This month I've been losing way too many good fish...
That doesn't smell like mud... |
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