It has been a heck of a month and an incredible season fly fishing for carp. As a result I have been feeling pretty full of myself. I think this has displeased the carp spirits. Call me pagan, but sometimes I think the carp spirits are speaking to me. The conversation Friday morning would have gone something like this:
CS: "Feeling like hot stuff lately aren't you?"
McTage: "Yeah, pretty pleased. Heading out to target some big fish."
CS: "Repent! You are just a man! How would you like a 15deg cold front?"
McTage: "Well, OK. I can adjust to that."
CS: "Hundreds if not thousands of carp in relatively shallow and clear water."
McTage: "Now your talking!"
CS: "Except these will be ultra spooky carp that detect you to 30 feet."
McTage: "I can be pretty sneaky"
CS: "On an overcast day where you can only detect the carp to 4 feet."
CS: "While we are at it lets throw in a thunderstorm that rains and lightnings over you and only you. At about a half mile in diameter you will be able to see dry people on the far side of the lake. When you give up the storm will immediately dissipate."
McTage: "Plan B?"
CS: "Yeah, we better algae bloom plan B while we are at it."
McTage: "I repent!"
I better wash my lucky hat or something. It worked in March on a day where I felt similarly eaten by the bear.