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 Internalwrote 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.
“Of all tyrannies, a tyranny sincerely exercised for the good of its victims may be the most oppressive. It would be better to live under robber barons than under omnipotent moral busybodies. The robber baron's cruelty may sometimes sleep, his cupidity may at some point be
satiated; but those who torment us for our own good will torment us without end for they do so with the approval of their own conscience.”