Carp.
To many the word brings to mind the very lowest order of trash fish. The kind of creature that lives in the nastiest, smelliest, sickest places in the water world. But to some, the word conjures up one of the most challenging and hard fighting freshwater fish anywhere.
Although I have long held the opinion that carp are a worthy adversary, I had never actually specifically targeted them. Until last night.
Due to runoff and the need for something different, Shane and I headed out to Three Forks to a couple ponds – ditches would be more accurate – that he knew to contain the golden ghost.
Now I can understand why they are called freshwater bonefish. Damn, those things are spooky. We saw a couple in the shallows, rooting around like redfish in the coastal estuaries. I wouldn’t have been surprised at all the see a tail pop up out of the water now and then.
The two shots we got at fish were rejected. This might be the most frustrating fishing I’ve encountered outside of Davis Pond The highlight of the night was spooking a large one out of some deeper water and seeing a slab of color about the same dimensions as my leg.. No, wait, I take that back. The highlight of the night was saying the hell with this and going to get ice cream.
When the fish aren’t biting, you gotta do what you gotta do.
All I can say is this isn’t over. More to come.
