Day 4 - 4th of July.

The sun beat me into submission. I fished for 2 hours, sun beaming directly down the entire time. I could barely make it up the stairs when I got home. I passed out for 5 hours. It probably didn't help that I didn't have a lunch, nor did I drink any water before or during my trip.

The carp were spooking at the near thought of me today. I could barely get a glimpse at one before it darted off. I walked nearly my entire stretch of river before I landed one. I hit it from a good distance, barely seeing it take my size 16 fly. The sun didn't seem to effect the strength of that fellow. It still had plenty of fight left in it after getting landed.

I walked all the way back up to my usual perch before hitting another one. I lost my hook sharpener yesterday, and both of my main flies were dull. I switched over to an olive woolly bugger because the water was slightly higher than it's been in a while. Crappie. Catfish. The usual fish in the usual spot. I walked ahead, casting into the same deep pool, but from a different angle. Wham! A drum hit it. They always make my day me when I hook them on a blind cast.It was big, for me. Probably 4-5 pounds. It came off right before landing. I was crushed.

I quickly cast back into the same spot and was immediately rewarded with another drum. Probably less than a pound. It shook loose. Again, I recast back into the spot. For a third time, a drum hit it. I was lucky to have landed that one. A little under a pound. Nothing to write home about, but it adds to my total weight, and I dare say it was one of the nicer drums I've caught. It had a peacock tint to its top half.

Happy 4th. Tight lines and fair hooks.