It can take a significant amount of time and money for an angler to find his way to the saltwater flats when living in the middle of Rocky Mountain trout country. Usually there is never really a craving to seek other waters with world class dry fly fishing literally right in your backyard. However, when the president of the Montana Carp Society called and invited us to one of the finest carp flats in the state of Montana we couldn’t resist the adventure.
Needless to say Jim B. and I cancelled our plans to float The MO, dusted off our 7 weights, and bought some carp flies in the shop. We had plans to meet the president at a local gas station somewhere near the secret flat and after a short drive we were in Common Carp heaven. If you closed your eyes for a minute you could imagine yourself at Christmas Island stalking a flat for Bonefish. It may not have been the real thing, but the thought of Carp in Montana seemed enough to keep us interested.
As we waded into the flat the anticipation of my first Carp was killing me, but the conditions weren’t right and the fish weren’t in yet. So we decided to take advantage of rule #1 of the MCS and have a beer back at the truck. Upon return to the sacred Carp flat I found my first feeding fish. I had a few casts into the feeding zone and then he was gone! No need to worry, we continued to work our way through the flat and the president kept our hopes up for another fish or two. However, after another hour we were still carpless and the president decided to pull the plug on the day. In the end, it was still a great day on the water and fishing for a different species brought much needed adventure to the summer. I can guarantee that I will be back to the flat looking to catch myself a Montana Golden Bonefish.