When I was a teen, my fishing often consisted of a worm, bobber and a nearby slough where we fished for carp. They willing pulled the bobber under, gave a good fight and we soon learned they tasted like crap…I mean carp. Not so good.
Erin Block over at Mysteries Internal wrote a nice piece (everything she writes is often exceptionally interesting) about her Carp fly fishing experience. My adult efforts at fly fishing for Carp have been infrequent (maybe three times in last ten years) and unproductive. I often drive over a slough that I know has those cruising Carp. I am tempted but just don’t get down there to try it. Now is a good time with the weeds low and the grassy banks not so overgrown.