Yesterday, as I eased my boat toward the first fish of the day, I saw that it was a mirror and immediately went into full-alert ultra-stealth double secret probation mode to make sure I didn’t completely screw it up.
And then I completely screwed it up.
The first cast was a bit too long and a bit too close, the leader landing practically on the carp’s head with the fly hitting the water about a foot beyond him. I tried to drag the fly into place but the fish knew something was up, turning from the fly and moving away. The carp spirits were apparently not paying attention though, because instead of outright spooking and relocating to another zip code, he swam casually toward my canoe and resumed feeding a foot off of my bow. That was the first the miracle. The second miracle came seconds later when he all but bumped his head on the boat to get at the fly I dapped on his nose.
The flats were loaded with tailing fish and I took several with the usual MF'er. Also got shots at two grassies, hooking one. This fish only made a couple of determined runs and then swam in wide circles around the boat for awhile. Weird. He taped at 31 inches and scaled at 12.4 lbs.