And when it comes to carp you really never do know. Their active temperature range is so beyond any other freshwater game-fish that sometimes we sell them short. Yes, even after catching carp in the last 32 straight months I sometimes under-estimate them. By the time I walked up to a local pond Friday morning it was a frigid 41 degrees, and I really just thought I was out for a glorified walk. But there it was, a tail. And another. And several fish feeding lethargically on top. What. The. Hell.
I didn't manage to catch any of those fish - but eventually I did manage to catch A fish - and on a day like that? Snow in the morning, carp in the afternoon? Dig it.
There it is though. Snow. Yikes. Is it time? Is the season over? Well, I for one am not quite ready, and just two days later it was definitely NOT snowing. 85 and sunny, so I loaded up the Standamaran and hit the flats this afternoon.
Yeah - the season may be on the way out. The fat lady is probably humming but that's OK, because I am tone deaf. No. Really. I am honest to goodness tone deaf. So to heck with the fat lady.