There is nothing like the high that follows capturing a good fish. Just like a string of blanks sends me into the depths of despair, capturing a “good” fish has the power to leave me in the clouds for days. There is a spring in my step, an involuntary grin on my face and a sense of accomplishment that is hard to find in the monotony of day-to-day life.
Capturing a new PB last week left me feeling like I could slow down a bit. I’d been fishing hard, about 3 days a week since the winter started showing signs of letting up. I find that carp fishing can be quite absorbing. If I’m not on the bank, I’m planning and preparing for it. My mind is filled with carp on a regular basis, so much so that it leaks into my dreams at night. To give myself a break, I decided I would spend some time searching for a new swim, something special. I have a list of places I reckon probably hold carp and I would take the week to explore them.
The first place looked good on a map and while it offered easy and private access, it was way too weedy to fish. The pond was eutrophic, which is the word used to describe a body of water that is dominated either by aquatic plants or algae. After leading around searching for a clear spot, I decided it wasn’t the place I was looking for and I crossed it off my list.
The second place is actually the complete opposite. It is an extremely beautiful place but to my disappointment, I encountered a “NO FISHING” sign as soon as I got there. This place is so beautiful, there is actually an organization whose sole mission is to protect it. Even though I did see a guy fishing, I think it’s best to respect the rules. I need all the positive karma I can get when fishing and trespassing never fills me with the warm and fuzzies. I will say however, that before I had gone all goo goo over carp, the best bass fishing I ever experienced in Rhode Island was fishing in one of our off limits waters. Perhaps one day I will write this organization a nice email and they will grant me special permission to fish on their sacred land. Dreams squelched, I had to cross this place off of my list as well.
Today I headed to a place I hold dear to my heart. I don’t really know if anyone else fishes here and I will continue to tell myself it’s all mine. Regardless, it’s a place I found while searching for something special in the past. They idea of only fishing one place or chasing fish based on other people’s success sounds dreadful to me. Carp fishing to me isn’t about number of fish or size of fish. The biggest thrill for me comes from finding these special places where these amazing creatures live. Don’t get me wrong I’d love to catch a gazillion of them, but sometimes all I really need is something special.