Fishermen have enough foibles, fears, and superstitions to keep a bevy of psychoanalysts at our beck and call. The only redeeming facet of our personality is that we’re upright and functional – or we appear that way.
My personal demon this week is the unnatural fear I’m not even close to solving the “Golden Salmon” riddle, and the bulk of the fish may have been foul hooked rather than ate what I threw…
It’s 106 outside, giving me plenty of time to mull events – and I can’t shake the feeling that last week’s “hooked 3 – landed 1” and this morning’s “hooked 2 landed none,” are suspicious.
I’d be happy to trade for anorexia nervosa, at least I could shed some flab while curled in the fetal position.
Carp have the world’s greatest mouth, thick and rubbery – and once you plant a hook in there it’s tough to get out. “Hooked 5 and landed 1” sounds like Democrats claiming Sarah Palin lacks experience, hoping nobody mentions Obama in the same breath.
This morning I was on the creek at dawn as it’ll be too hot to fish later. I dutifully flung experimental flies at bubbles and hooked up with two fish, both were short lived. The image at left tells the sordid story, a large scale from the back of the fish impaled on a flesh colored San Juan Worm.
It’s what you get for throwing weighted flies in the path of a large slab of meat, in water the color of a military vehicle.
Unfortunately any real trial is going to force me about 4 miles up the creek, where the Carp feed in cleaner water – that way both of us can be assured that the bug was eaten cleanly.
The Clam pattern looks good, retaining it’s profile when wet – the bead forces the Bernat Boa material to keep it’s 3D shape.
So far it’s claimed only one small bass and a Pikeminnow – so I keep fiddling with colors and unnecessary gimcracks to keep me thinking positively.
I listened to both political conventions while adding another half dozen really oddball things to try. I guess the promise of a “Chicken in Every Pot” unleashes the imagination – as both groups insisted they could fix the economy, the Iranian Menace, Social Security, and anything else that ails you – with a 30 minute speech.
The temperatures are supposed to drop to the mid 90’s tomorrow, so I’ll have a shot at the clean water without melting.
I’ve got 3 colors of worms – three sink rates, plus some Clam modifications, some strange color combinations – and a couple other tricks I’d like to try.
I ordered a 2 liter hydration pack this week to assist me through the searing heat of the riverbed; gravel reflects much of the temperature back at you – and the proximity to water means you’re sweating profusely at the same time – and if you’re not, you’re in big trouble.
No sense letting the Carp win due to my premature demise …
If you were a true roughfisher, you’d be able to drink the water you’re fishing in without dying. Better yet, you would have evolved to grow gills.
Those are some good looking flies. Try not to melt tomorrow. I’ll be fishing comfortably in mid 50 degree temps. Gotta love fall.
The only thing really preventing me from drinking the water is knowing it’s got the same calories as beer. Add the bloat from heavy metal retention, and it’s like drinking olive Cheesecake..
Which may explain why the fish are reluctant to eat – they open their mouth and gain six pounds.
I have been thinking that a featureless blob of white or a 2 color combo that resembles bread or chicken guts (that occur naturally in a city park environment) might be interesting. It may work to resolve the visibility issue and prove attractive to undesirable famliy members at lunch. I had great hope for that clam.
The Underground is proud to introduce a new superhero to the world – Carp Man.
After falling into the Little Stinking and sucking down a couple mouthfuls of water, our hero emerged to discover that toxins of all kinds – radioactive, poisonous, neurological – had no effect on him whatsoever, allowing him to fight crime at Superfund sites, Central Valley irrigation ditches, and yes – even during the serving of a Denny’s Grand Slam breakfast.
don’t fear, the only carp I caught today was on my version of KB’s clam fly.
http://blog.roughfisher.com/2008/09/bleak.html
At least we know it works now.
Nice, I’m keeping my fingers crossed – in the meantime try some of those Bass killing crayfish.