Given the warm temps, carp was on the menu and the opportunity to tighten up my game presented itself. On the water I focused on moving slowly and quietly, moving into position carefully and crucially making the first cast the right cast . I found that too much fly movement spooked the carp so little or no fly movement was the key. What unfolded was a magical two hours of only messing up two fish, one to lining and one to hooking a stick near the fish. All the others were spot on presentations and hook sets. In my journey on water I saw tons of Killdeer, a water snake hunting in the shallows, three or so dozen Cedar Waxwings working the bugs over a riffle, an Osprey, an immature Bald Eagle, a Red Tailed Hawk, plus Eastern Kingbirds, Crows and the typical assortment of resident birds. Then came the thunderstorms and bad light that ended the magical afternoon of redemption.
