raftman
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Back during the first summer of the pandemic - 2020 - I decided I wanted to catch a carp from the Susquehanna River. I knew it'd be easier to target them in smaller streams, but living along the river and fishing it a lot got me obsessed with trying to land one. I spent countless hours finding where they were, stalking them, casting and spooking them, and even hooked into a few only to have them tear me off. I even wrote a poem and an essay about NOT catching them.
Well, yesterday I finally landed my first carp from the Susquehanna River. On a sparkling minnow type fly of all things. Of course I land my first carp on the wrong fly (will probably turn into some sort of essay). I came up on a really deep eddy and there were two feeding and I didn't have time to switch flies so I casted to the right of the carp and it turned how it was finally supposed to turn and immediately inhaled the fly and I set the hook and we went back and forth for a while and I finally landed him. Beautifully ugly. Woohoo!! So stoked. Can't wait to go back out....
Well, yesterday I finally landed my first carp from the Susquehanna River. On a sparkling minnow type fly of all things. Of course I land my first carp on the wrong fly (will probably turn into some sort of essay). I came up on a really deep eddy and there were two feeding and I didn't have time to switch flies so I casted to the right of the carp and it turned how it was finally supposed to turn and immediately inhaled the fly and I set the hook and we went back and forth for a while and I finally landed him. Beautifully ugly. Woohoo!! So stoked. Can't wait to go back out....