The weeks on end of predictable weather, wet wading and aggressive carp are gone. They have been for at least a month now but I have been in denial. Well it snowed and drizzled all day yesterday. This morning I had to scrape the frost from my windows prior to going fishing and my state of denial can no longer sustain itself.
I DECLARE THE END OF THE FRONT RANGE FLY FISHING FOR CARP SEASON. (Thank god there is an off-season.)
I have failed to admit the inevitable, but I have also been looking forward to it in a sadistic way. Last year I put in allot bit of time and effort and worked out how to catch carp in the river through the off-season. It took some time (several months) to get the feel for how things work but in the end last off-season was probably the most rewarding fishing I have ever done. Every fish landed felt like a triumph of epic proportions. On multiple fish days I felt like I had climbed Everest, and in the end I came into the spring a much improved carper.
Given all that what do you think I did on a brisk fall morning after the first snow of the year?
Me thinking: Nice lead-in, now cut to dramatic pictures of me holding huge carp....Oh yeah I screwed up all the pictures....badly....
Despite a blown river, the end of the season and disturbingly awful photography it was a good morning. A very good morning!