Memorial day weekend and a window of opportunity presented itself, the local canal carp had yet to hit the spawn. Adam and I reconvened for an early morning hunt during the only time it is feasible to hook a creature from the deep. The crack of dawn. As usual, I hit the snooze and was late arriving at roughly 5:15 in the morning. We hit the path and took our time carefully treading and straining our eyes to see into the murk of the morning gloom. Occasionally the tell tale signs of a submarine revealed themselves, or was it just a shadow? Too hard to tell. The usual mosquito horde pestered our every opening of skin and a hot air balloon ascended into the sky perfectly reflected on the placid water. In between loud releases of liquid propane we stalked our prey amongst flotsam, poison ivy, and early morning joggers. Eventually we found what we were looking for. Round long masses of golden scales to lift from their humble abode.
8 comments:
I love it when the dorsal fin stands up for you. Nice!
Wow, big carp. One of these days.
Mark
Good stuff as always.
Gosh dang! well done! so whats that meaty little hot dog thingy?
Really enjoy your blog guys. Beautiful photos and headers. My oldest likes the hat you have with waves, sun and mountain peaks. Any help with where you got it? Thanks. Keep up the great work.
@ EMB- I love it too, it really shows their spunk and its usually completely random. I think they look better when its up.
@ Biggerfish- what hot dog thingy?
@ Jay Bird- Its a hat from Eastern Mountain Sports
Talkin bout the fly..
linked ya up on my last post by the way...
Awesome fish guys! I have to chase these things one of these days. I know their around.... Great blog. You have a new follower by the way!
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