The great weather lately has finally forced me into a fishing trip. Tonight, I drove out to Cheney to check on my Carp flats from early Spring. The water was low, making the trek through the swampy delta much easier than the last time I was there. Rounding the final bend in the Ninnescah, I took in my first Autumn view of my "secret" flat.
Despite the pungent smell of bird crap fuming from the newly exposed island, the water looked perfect. I could see swirls and wakes, which I hoped to be actively feeding carp, in the shallow water. I waded out slowly, hoping to see a tailing carp before spooking it. After getting out about 100 yards, I decided to stop and make a few blind casts, hoping the fish would move in around me. As I went to pull up my third retrieve for another cast, my fly rod pulled back hard. The fish made a strong initial run, hugging the bottom and heading towards the dam. I survived the initial run, and managed to get back some line. This pattern continued for about 5 minutes before the hooked popped out. Oddly, it was probably the least disappointed I've ever been about losing a big fish. I was just glad they were hungry.
I saw a wake to my 4 o'clock and fired a cast on top of it. I got to 2 on my 3 second count when the water boiled and my line once again started screaming out to sea. This time the hooked popped out after only a few seconds.
Several more fish were missed before I finally brought one in. I was surprised, and a bit disappointed, when I pulled this out of the murky water.
The fish went about 20 inches, but wasn't what I was after. I wondered if all the fish I was hooking into were catfish. The action slowed down as the sun set, but it was fun while it lasted.
With whitetail bow season less than a week away, I thought I'd post a highlight video from last year to get the adrenaline going.
Staab and I had already filled our tags on this year's two year olds. So I brought the camera along to catch some footage of Staab's brother-in-law, Travis, pickin' some low-hanging fruit.