In my teen years I picked up the nickname “Brother Carp” from my fishing crew as a moniker of solidarity. The reasons for this become harder to explain with my advancing age. My buddies and I somehow picked up the brotherhood theme in our many hours of outdoors tomfoolery and perhaps the influence of an illegal beverage or three. There was Brother Turtle, Brother Squirrel, Brother Carp etc. Perhaps I garnered this tag due to my penchant for catching the much maligned foe in the warmwater confines of the Cedar River system. The carp hadn’t yet begun to shed public enemy status as the hipster fly fishing wave had yet to fully take shape. Watching the local bowhunters stalk monster Grass Carp was a regular affair. The carp proved to be more of a novelty than anything else, standing shoulder to shoulder with the Shortnose Gar, Flathead Catfish and many other targets of our pursuits. So to a certain extent I’m forever linked to this bottom feeder whether I like it or not.



I’m going to keep this one short and sweet, as I have a real whopper of a blog entry just simmering on the doorstep. There’s been a sizable void of any warmwater updates this year, so I figured I’d throw in a few carp frames just for good measure. Like most urbanites, I have the good fortune of living amongst a treasure trove of roughfish amenities. You can throw a stone in any direction and find a lake or river harboring these picky SOBs. Finding cooperative fish is another story altogether.



On a separate note, I believe in giving credit where credit is due, and in this case a shout out to Korkers is in order. I gave the lower end Redsides and Metalheads a somewhat scathing review the last few seasons. I’ve burned through them like a used diaper full of indian food. I previously mentioned that I received a pair of KGBs this spring with my doubts in full effect. Thus far these things have been a revolution when compared to their predecessors. Korkers pretty much addressed every concern I had in my original review, including the inferior and unnecessary BOA lacing system. These boots are built like a brick shithouse, and I especially like that they’re extra tall, more like a military or hiking style of boot. Will they hold up over time? I dunno but so far their are no signs of wear and tear, and I put these things through some major high elevation hikes this summer. To be continued…


For whatever reason it’s been a banner year for carp. Maybe it’s payback for my NYC carp debacle? Most fish have been average, and I won’t regale you with some long-winded treatise including specifics. However, I have lost a few epic big fish battles with a crowd of well wishers in full effect. It’s not uncommon for me to see a school of surface feeders on a local waters. Matching the “hatch” however can be a tall order. While I’m forever branded as Brother Carp, that by no means is indicative of my skill set. I’m not a Carp hardcore by any stretch of the imagination. My standard operating procedure is to pull flies from my cache of steelhead, saltwater and trout boxes. I throw something against the wall and see what sticks. This summer the top fly isn’t some sort of Crazy Charlie wannabe. A pink Estaz Egg has turned the most heads. Why, you may ask? Who knows, but the proof is in the pudding. Perhaps it’s some sort of Mulberry instinct?

Our days are numbered as I eagerly prepare myself for football season. If you’re so inclined to chase our large-scaled friends, there’s no time like the present. And if you can find lower prices anywhere, my name ain’t Brother Carp.