I did a little more carp pond exploring with Jeff and found a slough with a few nice fish that would consistently swim past and completely ignore any and every fly we’d put in front of them. After Jeff had successfully remained unsuccessful on a few of his own after-work trips I joined him for an evening and together we chalked up another day of defeat.

The next carping found us back at this year’s “Old Faithfull” sludge pond in a ditch effort to salvage what little confidence remained in the fact that carp WILL eat a fly.

They weren’t easy, and I swear they’ve memorized every fly in our boxes, but I did manage to cross paths with one little dude whose guard was down!