With the carp craze sweeping the nation I felt like an outcast with no carp to call my own. If you haven’t hooked into one yourself then “zipcarp” may be able to help out with that. Being that this is prime for carpin’ and carp thrive just about anywhere I set sail out on an adventure (if you consider biking seven miles an adventure) with my buddy to capture these so-called shrewd carp. On arriving to the river of the comfortable living cruising carp I knew this was nirvana. There were tailing carp just about every square foot of this river and were perfectly visible as if on display and I were window shopping. We quickly assembled our rods in fear it were a dream and it would diminish any second now but reality struck when my buddy yell’s “fish on!” in less than a minute on the water. It was fish after fish after fish and turned out to be a dream after all that never ended.
After a few hours or so of fishing a fish took my line which at the time seemed like the loch ness monster who was on vacation in the Bronx river. Now, I’ve spooled yards of backing onto reels before, I’ve had the chance to choose what color backing I preferred and I’ve watched backing correspond with my yellow fly line ever so graceful but never have I seen 100 feet of fly line flee my spool revealing my backing so quickly as a carp realizing that his meal was actually a hook. There was my backing, melting away, and so delighted to touch the guides of my 6 weight as it has never felt those guides before. After regaining my backing and fly line, with no net, (although I don’t own a net sizable to land this fish) I am forced to muscle him onto land with 16 pound test and I am successful in doing so after about 20 minutes of tug of war. Holding him with two hand’s I look at this exhausted, defeated and beautiful carp, mesmerized by it’s scales and smile while Ice cube’s “It was a good day” was playing in my head.
Special thanks to my fishing manger Shawn for showing me this spot. And for those of you who skipped reading my post here’s a some quick satisfaction for your illiterate ass.