This is my first report on Carp fishing. It will be short, as carp were not what I was after when I went. I was hoping to get into some creek-run white bass on my first trip to El Dorado. I glanced at a map before I left the house, and decided it looked easy enough to get to the lake. I knew the river had to be attached somewhere. Found the river. It was muddier than I had hoped (seeing some feeding carp was in the back of my mind). Downstream I went, hoping to get away from the hard-hit fishing holes. When I came upon a likely looking riffle I sent a chartreuse and white Clouser Minnow to its imminent death..I thought. I was right, yeah, first cast. It was about a 12 inch white that looked exactly the same as the next 15 I caught. As I rounded a bend my plan changed. There were orange circles on the surface of a slow pool in front of a log-jam. And there were cottonwood seeds disappearing into them. I was prepared for this. I had tied up some CDC and white foam cottonwood seed flies just for this occasion. I tied one on, chucked it in front of the fish, and watched it sink. (Not into an orange circle, just to the bottom). Pretty sure those were supposed to float I thought as I dug through my box for something more buoyant than foam. Alright! No dry flies except for some of the first Parachute Adams' I ever attempted to tie! These things were ugly, and even a liberal amount of floatant couldn't keep the first few on the surface. Finally I found one that sort of floated. I eased it right in front of several carp and got plenty of looks, but no takers. A few casts later I watched a sub-surface fish head ever so slowly rising up beneath that funny-looking cottonwood seed, just 6 more inches and he'll be to my fly. Wait, where is my fly! That carp sucked it under from half a foot down! I strip-set the hook and the fight was on! There was quite a bit of struggle going on to keep him from going under the log jam, but he wasn't the biggest fish in the Walnut, and I was able to horse him out. First carp on a dry fly!
There were no more carp to be seen, and the sun was getting low . I felt satisfied with my catch for the day, so I bushwacked through a half-mile of Poison Ivy on my short-cut back to the car.
Mid June 2017
1 week ago