As the parent of a Little Leaguer, you should encourage your child to play with a level of competitive intensity appropriate for:
a. a game where having fun and learning the fundamentals are the important things.
b. the Olympic Trials
c. Iwo Jima
Little League baseball around here is intense. Sometimes disturbingly so. The regular season is bad enough, but All-Stars is insane. As far as I could tell, the only difference between Little League All-Stars and MLB is that the major leaguers play fewer games and get paid millions of dollars. Also, their parents are far less likely to get into a fist-fight after a game.
And yes, I stole the above "Iwo Jima" bit from Dave Barry.
Anyway, I think all parties involved are glad baseball is done for the summer. We can dispense with the hot dog/grape sno-cone dinners and get back to our normal lives, by which I mean carp fishing. A quick glance at the blog roll will tell you that carp season is in full swing and a lot of nice fish are being caught. The main problem I see with this is that none of those fish are being caught by me.
If that sounds like whining, then yes, it probably is.
Still, there are a few notes from June with mentioning:
-The month of the mirror carp continues – Frankly, it’s getting a little eerie.
-My only notable carping experience recently was sticking a large grassie cruising a line of downed trees. Casting to any carp within a fin beat or two of brush is a questionable choice, but add 5X tippet (I know) to the formula and defeat is all but guaranteed. The grassie turned immediately and dove into the submerged tree tops, breaking the tippet with such force that the line snapped back toward my head in a muddy tangled clot. Angler safety reminder – always wear glasses when fishing. Also, keep your mouth closed.
-The spider webs around the docks remain empty, so the willow fly hatch apparently has yet to materialize.
-And finally, been exchanging a few emails with a fellow carp-head named Zino, who recently took a trip with Kevin Morlock of Indigo Guide Service fame for some Beaver Island carp. Below is a video from ol' Zino from the day with Kevin. Two words: awe - some.