Saturday Fixed Line Fishing
by Vic Velasco
I hit my spot along the C&O Canal in Maryland to cast some blue flies to the carp and sunfish that line the banks. The first carp I cast to gave me an outright refusal - looked the fly over, turned away and swam off like it was saying "don't waste my time". I saw a few others swimming - cast to them and got no response (note to self - don't bother casting to carp on the move). Saw another rooting around the base of a mulberry bush and cast the blueberry fly - it took a pause, saw the fly and inhaled it - hook up and the fight began! Eight minutes later and I had a tired carp in hand. This one was just short of 17". I had another hooked shortly afterwards - much bigger - and after just a minute, it had made sudden turn away from the direction I was pulling and off went my lilian. I am addicted now - these things aren't big bonefish on a tropical flat, instead they are in their own class. Thick, muscular, muddy golden beast that give you the same sight casting adrenaline hits that bonefish can - look carefully at your local water - you might have some hidden gems in there!
Walk softly and carry a long stick. - Teddy Roosevelt (almost)
“The bitterness of poor quality remains long after the sweetness of low price is forgotten” – Benjamin Franklin
The hooks are sharp.
The coffee's hot.
The fish are slippery when wet.