Here's my "one that got away" story. It happened in my second year of fly fishing, so I guess about 8 or 9 yrs ago.
One July day, I was absolutely sweltering. It was brutal hot! And I figured wet wading the river would be one way to cool off. Well the Suskie was bath-tub warm and almost worse than before. Still, here I am, might as well see what I can do. So I was working my way down a bank tossing a clouser crayfish to the little bass that were scooping up crayfish. I was at Falmouth, and anyone who has fished there knows how thick the crayfish are. I'm catching a 9 or 10 inch bass every now and again, but the action is not fast or exciting or anything. All the while the heat is really getting to me.
So when I came up to a little "cove" area, I thought this might be the last spot before I turn around and get something cold. When I say cove, I mean that rocks had formed a little "bathtub" area along the shore with a break in the rocks for a little entrance. But for the most part it's a nice protected pool along the shore. And down at the end of it is a big golden tail sticking up out of the water. I tossed the crayfish above it maybe three feet or so, mended and let the fly drift. Pretty soon I saw the leader going up stream at the same rate as the tip of that tail. So, I set the hook, more or less without thinking. Then I thought... I thought, "Oh shoot, how I am I going to land that thing on a 5wt?"
Well, the carp didn't seem to take much notice of the hook. He continued finning upstream until he got in line with the entrance to the cove. Then he turned out to the river and I found out what a drag sounded like. I was into the backing in no time at all. So off I go chasing after this fish. We played tug of war for a while until I was about a quarter of the way across the river, but I could see my leader. Well, when I saw the leader, the carp must have seen me. Now the drag is screaming again and I am wondering if I am going to get to keep the flyline. Another tug of war ensues. I am halfway across the river a football field downstream of where this whole thing started. But I again can see the leader and the carp again sees me. Off he goes! "Forget this" I say, and clap my hand down on the reel. The line went tight and my fly shot back over my head.
So that is the one fish that fought me and won. I think of him every once in a while with a profound respect.
I've tried to catch carp from time to time since then, and it is definately a challenge. There are some huge ones in the stream that I bass fish. I was never able to get those. One day during the Green Drake hatch on Penns I saw some carp taking the nymphs along a sandbar. I got a half dozen of them out of that spot and it was one of the proudest moments of my angling career. I have a picture of one here on the site.
Bob Clouser's new book Flyfishing for Smallmouth in Rivers and Streams discusses carp fishing. I believe that Flyfisherman magazine has run a couple articles on them in the past as well. And there is a book about flyfishing for carp on
Amazon.com.