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.