Three Goals - all Successfully Accomplished

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Posted by Dan Blanton on 2014-06-21 10:59:03

The three goals: First to take our new White Water Classic 17-foot RV trailer on a maiden camping trip; second - teach Griffin, our new Golden Doodle to water-retrieve sticks, swim and have fun in the lake; and last for me to sight-fish for carp. All were accomplished with much satisfaction.

Pulling the new trailer with my tired, old Tahoe was a breeze. I hardly knew it was behind the truck. We had outfitted it as thoroughly as we could but we soon realized we needed a few more things to complete the rig: more wall hooks for example, to hang towels, hats and other stuff. It's a small trailer and hooks are a huge help to keep things handy and better organized. Cindy decided right off we needed to have an outdoor carpet to keep us and the dog off the dirt in front of the rig. We made a list...

Everything worked and operated as expected, including the flat screen t.v. we had installed. The Jack HD converter t.v. antenna (thanks for the heads up Bill Kiene) was brilliant giving us about 10 good, clear channels, including ABC; KPIX and NBC and other good ones. Aw, the comforts of home when "camping"...

One of the best things I learned from the See Grins RV was to use an electric drill with a 3/4-inch socket to lower and raise the trailer's scissor jacks. Man does that work great and saves a lot of hand-cranking. I'm amazed I'd never seen anyone use the drill before. Hey, learn something every day.

We love the new trailer and look forward to our next outing.

The plan was to camp, fish and get Griffin, our new pup Goldendoodle to enjoy the water. both were accomplished beyond expectations. Griffin took to the water like the proverbial duckling and he would retrieve sticks until he dropped. Before he gets wet, he's a fluffy fur ball; wet he looks like a drowned rat. It was fun for us all.

I'd get up each of the three mornings around 6:30 a.m., feed the Grif and take him for a potty walk. Cindy slept in a bit, enjoying the Queen-sized bed with the Memory Foam top. Very Comfy! After breakfast, about 9 a.m. or so, I'd head out scouting coves, bays and flats for feeding carp, armed with my TFO Mangrove 6-weight, floating WF line (a RIO WF7F) and a sling pack full of fly boxes and flies.

This was the best carp outing I've experienced since I started earnestly pursuing carp-on-fly a couple of years ago. Long story short: in about a total of 6 or 7 hours of fishing spanning the 3 days there, I landed 12 carp, all but one over 10-pounds with the largest two both 14 pounds. All of them put me on the backing and that little Lamson 2 trout reel got a helluva workout. What a nice reel! The best day was the last day: I landed 8 out of 11 fed. I dropped two and the hook opened up on a fish I'd guess went over 20-pounds. I had to turn it from a stump sticking up about a 100 or so feet from the flat I hooked it on.

There were tons of carp around if you found the right bay and this was an exploratory trip for me so I did a bit of driving around and looking. There were still lots of spawning fish and they just wouldn't eat, having only sex on their minds. But there were plenty of fish that were stalking the shallow flats looking for food and I fed them. The deal was to ignore the cruising spawners (even though they often were the largest fish) and cast to singles that were often working in weedy water less than a foot deep. The best shots were to fish coming right at me -drop the fly a couple of feet behind them, lift the rods and drag the fly carefully to a few inches in front of them and then drop it or gently twitch it. The other best shot was to cast past and in front of a crossing fish, drag the fly to a spot in front of it and then work it. The takes were usually solid, but not always; but I always set fair hard and took my chances. When I stuck one, they exploded and blasted off the flat usually getting several feet into my backing. These fish really fought well.

The top fly for me was my Jig Hook Dragon-bugger on a size 4 Targus (or Fly Shop) jig hook, color brown. They really liked that fly.

I don't think two or three hours of sight fishing ever passed so quickly for me. It was a hoot; and I'm totally hooked on sight-fishing for the Golden Bone.

I can't wait to get back at it again.

Sorry, folks, I'm not going to tell you were I was fishing. First it was a spot given to me in strict confidence; and secondly, carp can't take a lot of angling pressure. They learn fast and quickly become jaded. They can be as finicky and discerning as any permit and every bit as challenging.


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