Not long after I managed a 4.5 pounder. After releasing it, I hadn't noticed I was in some sinking mud. I was at least shin deep in the mud before I moved and lost my balance. I feel right on my ass landing in some of the nastiest black mud ever. Although I couldn't see I could only imagine what it looked like-as if I shit my pants. To clean my pants I squatted over the water as if to take a dump and started scooping water on my ass while trying to clean off the mud. I only wished one of my fishing buddies were around to witness this as it must have been hilarious. Thankfully this area is not widely used by joggers or morning walkers as I can't imagine what they would have thought I was doing.
I started to make my way back to the truck looking for tails on the way back. A pod of 5 of so rather large carp were on the other side of the river. I double hauled to reach the other side. I lost connection with the fly line with my stripping hand. The carp took it on the drop. I set the hook with only one hand by rotating my waist to the right. Surprisingly the fish was on. This one was about 3.5.
While trying to cast in front of a cruising carp I spooked it but continued to strip and felt a light bump. As I pulled him in I noticed it was a baby bass. Its nice to see that the bass have successfully bred. This is only the third bass I've ever caught out of here. All fish caught on a BH Rubber-Legged Hare's Ear on a Sage 6 wt XP with Abel Pt5.