When the Going Gets Tough the Tough Go Carp Fishing

Just got back from vacation. The family went to Myrtle Beach for a week, then back to the home land, Wisconsin, for a few days. I didn't get to much time to fish, and what I did wasn't all that productive. It was a cold spring and the toothy's seemed to be on a spawning hangover. I did manage a few pike that I'm almost embarrassed to post the pics of, but when the going gets tough the tough go carp fishing. Lac LaBelle in Oconomocowoc proved a great fly fishing play ground for the fresh water bones. Carp are challenging and rewarding. Sometimes I could drop a black bugger an inch from their fat lips and they'd suck it right up, other times I'd spook a whole pack just by looking at them. On one such occasion I stripped my bugger through the tail end of a spooked pack of carp. I'm sure the fish' in the back of the herd had no idea why they were on the move again. Infact they where probably discussing what a nice day it was when my fly came scooting by and a goofy fellow gobbled it up.When I did hook up the beasts would drag my boat around slamming my boat into boat docks trying to flee underneath, but my six weight Sage with 25 pound flouro held up. I still love the toothy mouths, but some rubber lips ain't so bad once in a while.

What the #$&!?

I roll with Rayovac as always

My Pops likes the Toothy's too