A mate found out I'm wintering in Phoenix and turns me onto sweet desert flyfishing. In the land of no natural rivers (washes don't count), meter long carp roam the miles of concrete waterways that bring water from the Colorado River to swimming pools, the suburban american dream of metropolis. The carp are sight fished, big, strong and finicky. Perfect.
I'm in an idle loop, so went searching for them. On the first try, no go. Too cold. No bugs or popcorn on the surface. But now know they're there. Found the local good fly shop in the process. Note to self: need proper shades for peeking into the water once eyes stabilize. Will be back.
More info on the fetish from Jeff Currier here.
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