Hoodrat STuff With My Friends

Staring out into the mud, eyes squinting, fighting the glare. We're looking for signs, anything. A shadow here, bubbles there, there's hardly six inches of visibility and between the rocks, algae, and turtles your mind begins to play tricks on you. Then comes the real deal. Your heart skips a beat as you see the unmistakable red tail slap across the surface. This fish is eating. Or should I say these fish are eating? First you see one, then two, three, four... it's a wolf pack and they're taking what they want.

With great urgency you strip line off the reel as you decide which fish to target. You're gonna have one shot at this, and between the maze of trees behind you and the snarls of brush at your feet you're likely gonna blow it. Even if you manage to get your line wet, an errant cast by a foot on either side will cause the entire pool to vacate in a violent manner. This can go on for hours, days even, but every once in a while it all comes together and you find yourself tied into the explosive charge of a carp. One man's trash is another man's treasure..