Archive for September, 2009

Miss Carp USA

Monday, September 28th, 2009

This is one of my favorite carp pictures.  It has graced my desktop for years.  It’s not the largest carp ever photographed, but that’s not the point–  check out the colors on this fish.


The blue on the eyelid.

The purple reflection under the fly.

The red orange stroke on the lower tail fin, or even the more yellow orange highlight in the fork of the tail.  The dorsal line is deep black especially just before the tail.  The eye that isn’t visible is ringed with a sage green.  The dorsal fin is green, purple, and blue.  Yeah, the sun is glistening and part of the mid section that should be yellowish-bronze is blown out, over exposed and lifeless, but surrounded by so much color.  Take a look at the tail again… notice the net showing through?  Notice how yellow olive the top of the fin is in contrast with the yellow orange bottom fork?  See the one hundred shades of green on the forehead?

This carp probably only went 2.5 pounds.  I don’t remember.  I don’t remember when it was caught or where or under what circumstances, but I still marvel at the wide variety of colors on the fish.  There is a time to write your name in the snow, and there is a time to shut up, take a deep breath, blink, and see what’s all around you.

Tailing Cats

Wednesday, September 16th, 2009

Have you ever tried to take a picture of a blitz?  There is bait flying everywhere and game fish doing cartwheels and water splashing and boiling and pure mayhem.  So you aim the camera and take 10 pictures, and yet when you get home and look at them, the water looks calm and fishless, except maybe a ripple here and there.  I found the tailing carp and buffalo mecca the other day and tried to capture four or five tails out of the water simultaneously, but nothing came out showing more than one.  You’ll have to imagine it.  Anyway, there were carp, there were buffalo, and they were all doing this, hard:


At one point, I cast to a tail and got stuck on a snag.  On my way over to the snag to free my fly, another fish started tailing right over my snag.  I was yanking the rod and whipping the water trying to get the fly unglued but the fish wouldn’t stop tailing on it. 


The water was just that muddy: the fish didn’t know I was there, and really couldn’t see my fly either.  I snagged a couple in the face just for good measure– I mean, I kept running the fly closer and closer to them hoping they’d see it until one cast would get too close. 


Carp and buffalo weren’t the only thing tailing: this channel cat went about 3 pounds and would have been a good keeper size catfish– if you like catfish which I don’t, so I let it go.

Despite the “ugly water,” the fish kept things interesting, and if you looked hard enough, there was plenty of beauty on the mud flat, too.