After grabbing a snadwich from the ole Panera Bread, I drove down to the river underneath a dam to watch the water and have a peaceful unwind from a hectic morning. Two bites into my diversion I noticed a strange disturbance in the force...





The peaceful took on a frantic twist as I threw on waders, took off the tie and strung up the ever present six in the truck.

I carefully made my way towards the tails that were still waving like bronze flags. The first offering was pounced on. One head shake a snap. "Crap, 5x" The last forray was a trout assault. I bit the leader in half and added a foot or so of 3x and continued on. The first pod was obviuosly agitated that I had distrurbed their lunch. A second pod was sighted. 7 bull-dogs were heading right at me. I laid the bugger 15 feet in front and the lead fish sped up and sucked it in then exploded across the flat.





Line, backing then dark spool of lamson showed up way too quick and the beast was still going off the flat and into the deep. I followed to the edge of the flat and a voice behind me says. "Anything Good?" A guy and his dog were watching from the bank. "Carp!" I yelled and he moved on, relatively unimpressed. I gained line, the slimy mix from the flat held to my leader and threatened to release my quarry. I now had him. I walked him to the nearest dry land and slipped the fly out




I returned to the car to a warm snadwich, blasted the AC on the way back to work and returned only 5 minutes past my given hour. whew!

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