Why is it every Friday I could be fishing — at least for a few hours — it’s raining in L.A.? Tomorrow, snow is in the forecast!
Anyway, while housebound, surfing for carp stories, I found this interesting piece from Cape Town, South Africa, on the blog paracaddis.
It’s worth a read for several reasons:
First, it’s a heroic tale about a skunk.
Second, the weather is frickin’ hot.
Third, the fishers talk about Czech nymphing, or short-distance nymphing, akin to “high sticking,” but with more flies (OK, that’s really an oversimplification. For more, read the link.)
In my short experience, I’ve found that on our river, if you don’t see them, you won’t catch them. And, well, even when you do see them, you need a stealthy approach. They are some spooky fish.
Enough of this. Sunday morning, I’m going to try out my theories — unless, of course, it’s still snowing.
See you on the river, Jim Burns