The mulberries are ripe along the mid-Columbia. As the berries drop, big carp slurp berries from the surface, leading to exciting fishing for big fish with dry flies.
A nice fat fish.
Sometimes, I'd be working downwind along the shoreline, approaching the next tree, and see swirling in the shade. I'd have to cast side arm under the branches to fish I couldn't see individually in the shade, and just watch the fly. Carp in the school would race each other to the fly. Other times I would pick out a cruising or feeding carp and slap the fly down a foot in front of them. Carp were attracted to the splash and rise up to the imitation, pushing their big orange lips above the surface. Just often enough to make it interesting, they'd reject the fly, pushing it with their nose or slowly turning away. Maybe they'd see the leader or maybe not smell berry, but you knows? Sometimes, they'd miss with their first pass or circle or backup, trying to find the fly in the center of the splash down ring. I also discovered that it was best to try to cast to fish angling away from me because if a fish turned towards me to take the fly, they'd often see me right before they sucked in the fly, and scurry away with a splash.