I thought I would return to that same spot on my first day of this season and see if by some miracle I would see two clooping carp again and possibly get one of them to agree to be my first fish of the season. I returned this past week to find that not only were there no clooping carp; there rarely are, there were darn few carp around at all. Black Betty tricked three fish. I was reaching for the first one with the net and the fly popped out of his lip. Was that my first fish of the season? It was my first hook up but not my first fish in the net. I only managed two more in the net over 5 more hours.
My first fish in the net was a mirror. I enjoy mirrors so much; I particularly enjoy the ones that take my fly.