Reason #347 why I wish I had a decent camera.

Caught this beauty a few days ago. Stunning color - a beautiful creamy peach tone from gill to tail. My crappy camera does this fish no justice. Just a gorgeous animal.




So I've been getting a few. Mostly dapping carp that are tailing deep in the middle of this stuff:

 
 
If you've read the old Finewater blog, you may remember that the carp at City gravitate to this area during periods of low water. Actually it's probably more accurate to say that the carp are pretty much always here, it's just that they become accessible during low water. The bank here is a shallow shelf that extends to a series of abrupt drop-offs.  I assume the carp like this area because of the immediate proximity to deep water. The protection of the brush piles probably helps as well. In any case they like it and are easily seen when water levels drop, leaving the shelf submerged by only a couple of feet or less.
 
This sort of angling is almost as much fun as I can stand. It's extreme stalking to get within dapping distance of super-neurotic fish. It often takes me several minutes to get to a tailing carp. The fish will sometimes sense that something is up and ease off into deep water. The only option at that point is to remain still and wait. The carp usually circle back in a few minutes later if you're patient.
 
The dap itself is an exercise fraught with suspense, a careful lowering of the fly through a maze of branches and twigs, usually with no more than a couple of feet of leader out beyond the tip of the rod. I often find myself holding my breath and wondering if the heartbeat pounding in my ears might spook the fish.
 
Then all hell breaks loose. The hook-up is several seconds of pure mayhem and a frantic navigating of a pissed-off carp through submerged trees to open water.  The good news is that the fish nearly always heads for the drop-offs and deeper water rather plowing deeper into the lumber. Otherwise I doubt I would land any of them.
 
Even so the outcome is mostly in question right up to the point I slip the net under the fish.  I catch some. I lose some. To be honest, I'm satisfied either way.