This last week has been the first week of the season where I did not catch a single carp. To tell you the truth, I am a bit burnt out. I can’t say I didn’t see it coming. Those few weeks of very warm weather were just the right excuse I needed to slow down my fishing. At my hard water, snapping turtles replaced glorious carp at the end of my line, stealing my rigs and my confidence. One last 24 came out of that place followed by a brutal rainy blank. By my estimation, the fish had moved to a different part of the lake after the short heat wave we had but then again, who knows? The weedy lake was on my mind again as it was on a sweltering day that I caught my first fish from there and with the heat, it made sense to give it a shot. I prepped the spot with hemp, birdseed and some sweet corn the night prior and eagerly returned in the morning. With no signs of fish and pretty much nothing else to go on, I didn’t even stay there long.
Summer has traditionally been a slow time for me. It seems like what I should be doing is hunkering down fishing places with a lower risk of blanking. Spring was magic, full of possibilities. Why can’t summer be the same? I can’t help but wonder if I am just missing a piece of the summer puzzle. Can turtles be avoided? Where do the fish go? What are they eating? Why aren’t they eating? Is there predictable behavior to exploit? These questions haunt me. Somewhere in any given lake, there are carp being carp. They don’t disappear, I mean they are big fish, they sort of can’t. We know that they will eat a variety of baits. We know our rigs work. In short, we know they are catchable. The odds are really on our side and yet, at different times of the year, they elude us. Well, me at least.
For the last few weeks I’ve been fishing for whatever will eat a two-inch gulp minnow on a jig head during any short windows of time that I have. I think this year I’ve unintentionally caught nearly every species of freshwater fish in Rhode Island. These short multi-species outings have further driven home what I’ve been observing in my carp fishing and that is that location is king.
I’m not sure how much longer I will continue to putz around. There is a part of me that feels as though all this lollygagging will lead to something carpy.
Very well then, I leave you with this drawing of a carp lure from a dream I had. I woke up from my dream in the middle of the night and drew it, you know, just in case it made sense.