Moon river, wider than a mile
I'm crossing you in style some day
Oh, dream maker, you heart breaker
Wherever you're going, I'm going your way
Restless after dinner I hit my local brown water to see if I could get that one that got away at night. With my rod still loaded from yesterday, I jumped out of the Rover put on my wellingtons, my headlamp and waistpack and headed downstream. My original plan was once I got to the water cut off the carp fly and tie on a popper pattern. The instant I hit the banks I could see tailing carp only a couple feet away in the water. So that plan was changed. I made several casts with no luck so I moved into the water and the fish spooked. All around me something was going on, bass busting the surface, carp pushing water. It was pretty intense since I could see shit. I left my more powerful headlamp in my duffle that I've yet to unpack from our Sierra trip so all I had in the truck was my older model which wasn't cutting it. I switched to the pooper and tried my luck. Nothing wanted it. I gave up and went back to the car. On the road I kept seeing carp mudding so I switched back and tried casting into the groups. No fish after about an hour of trying. I might have to try this night carping another try but next time better armed...
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