I still have to trudge through the wet cement to get out to a decent spot. But once I'm camped, life is good. With carp cruisin' towards me, tails tippin' all around, and a slight headwind, I can almost imagine myself standing on the front casting platform of a flats skiff, silently being push-poled through the mangroves by a free guide. Then I snap out of it and set the hook on another bottom feeder!
The fish were definitely on the feed today. I took fish on red SJWs, Carp Carrots, and a variety of brown wooly-bugger type flies. It was the first time I've actually seen a carp chase a fly for 6 feet rather than 6 inches. These post-spawn fish just don't tip the scales like they did 2 months ago.
After an hour or so I decided to break camp and head for shore. Mostly because I grew tired of watching the two feeding fish up shallow in that direction. It turns out the ladder makes a pretty good walker to lean on while pulling your feet out of the mud. I decided to put the stalk on these fish, thinking the ladder might also make a decent cameraman.