I spent a few seconds admiring this fat healthy carp and, inexplicably, thought of Hemingway. Specifically about the above scene from Big Two-Hearted River. Came home and read it again for maybe the one thousandth time. What a masterpiece.
Guess this is just a long convoluted way of saying I caught a carp today. It ate an MF'er, and fought well and with honor and showed courage.