On Saturday, my friend told me a story about how his grandfather used to take him fishing as a young boy. When I asked him if his grandad was a fisherman, he replied, “No - He would just take me and watch me fish.” My friend who now owns more fishing rods than a tackle shop, has been fishing ever since.
Spring continues to play coy so for now I continue to sit on my hands and wait for sensible weather. Having been lured out to the bank by signs of an early spring last year, I realized I was pretty burnt out by mid-April. I’m doing my best to avoid that feeling this year.
The bluish black backs of the carp I’d been watching slowly drifted away from me and under what appeared to be an island of trash and some sort of scum. It was as if they had eyes on their tails and had spotted me watching them as they moseyed along the shallow water. My hands were cold and uncomfortable not to mention, covered in sweet corn juice. Besides the short warm spell we had recently, it has been bitterly cold. This is how I ended up here, watching these fish. While most of my regular spots have been ice-free for a while, it was here I felt I had the best chance of hooking up.
One of my first encounters with a Rhode Island carp was through a blog called “ricarpfishing”. The blog, written by local angler Dave Pickering, makes a bold claim; “Carp…The NUMBER ONE gamefish worldwide!” Mr. Pickering is a constant source of inspiration and checking his blog for updates has become a part of my morning ritual. Dave’s updates are something we all look forward to and the rate at which he catches fish is something we all aspire to.