I was still annoyed about Dennis and I being skunked a few days ago. So I returned alone
with an entirely different strategy. I brought different flies and I planned to not use any
dog food as chum. Carp have feeding patterns which they follow and I planned to
take advantage of their behavior.
fly in an area near the aerator in the lake. More than thirty minutes past without any
sign of carp. I sat on a bench near the edge of the lake and waited some more.
toward the lake. I instinctively dove for the rod's handle. I was on my hands and knees.
The rod was just inches from going into the lake. My Fenwick, my Fenwick was all I was thinking to myself. Somehow, I got hold of the rod. My thoughts turned to the carp that had tried to
steal my rod. The new reel didn't function the way I had hoped. The drag simply S U C K E D.
I need to try to adjust the drag more. It is not easy working with no instructions!