Post by stephenjay on Jun 14, 2005 23:13:57 GMT -6
To get in and fish the south side is difficult, but it can be done. Much more room on the north side. I was on the south side last night and tonight (Monday and Tuesday nights). The water level is right up to the bush. There is very little shore available on the south side unless you have chest waders.
Carp were right up in those bushes. One broke surface in about centre frame of the above; they are really hugging the shore.
Fishing is challenging. You need to get out to the bush edge, and casting is difficult, but rewarding. Last night I caught my biggest carp yet (32 inches) on a size 12 Prince Nymph.
Next cast, still with a Prince Nymph, I caught the other end of the spectrum.
Tonight, I finally caught a cat fish on my fly rod. Two actually; here was the first (I figure about 18") caught on a size 8 Prince Nymph if you can believe it.
Then I caught a couple of Drum, a goldeye, but no carp tonight. Then I switched to a new wooly pattern I came up with last night before heading out (a variation on Stu's Easter wooly pattern). Hooked into another drum, goldeye, and hooked into a monster that I could never lift off the bottom before the hook came out (I think it was fowl hooked). This was at about 9:55, and I says to myself "Well, just keep casting on this new pattern until 10:00, and then head out". Two casts later, I hook into another monster. This time fair hooked, and 20 odd minutes later, I net this 32 inch monster.
I stumbled/crawled up the hill to my truck bone weary and grinning like I won the lottery. What a night.
Here is the pattern I was talking about. I use a bright yellow/chartreuse marabou with dark crystal chenille body and a grizzly hackle palmered. I use large bead chain eyes, and because I don't use lead anymore, I use a double salmon hook (big iron, no need for lead).
As you can see, the grizzly is quite long. I think this helps give the fly the appearance of motion.
Carp were right up in those bushes. One broke surface in about centre frame of the above; they are really hugging the shore.
Fishing is challenging. You need to get out to the bush edge, and casting is difficult, but rewarding. Last night I caught my biggest carp yet (32 inches) on a size 12 Prince Nymph.
Next cast, still with a Prince Nymph, I caught the other end of the spectrum.
Tonight, I finally caught a cat fish on my fly rod. Two actually; here was the first (I figure about 18") caught on a size 8 Prince Nymph if you can believe it.
Then I caught a couple of Drum, a goldeye, but no carp tonight. Then I switched to a new wooly pattern I came up with last night before heading out (a variation on Stu's Easter wooly pattern). Hooked into another drum, goldeye, and hooked into a monster that I could never lift off the bottom before the hook came out (I think it was fowl hooked). This was at about 9:55, and I says to myself "Well, just keep casting on this new pattern until 10:00, and then head out". Two casts later, I hook into another monster. This time fair hooked, and 20 odd minutes later, I net this 32 inch monster.
I stumbled/crawled up the hill to my truck bone weary and grinning like I won the lottery. What a night.
Here is the pattern I was talking about. I use a bright yellow/chartreuse marabou with dark crystal chenille body and a grizzly hackle palmered. I use large bead chain eyes, and because I don't use lead anymore, I use a double salmon hook (big iron, no need for lead).
As you can see, the grizzly is quite long. I think this helps give the fly the appearance of motion.