70 degrees today. Amazing.
Warm weather this time of year always feels weird. I mean, everything looks like winter. The trees are mostly bare. The sun follows a low arc during the course of the day. Wind is a constant. Everything is grey and drab and carries a general sense of dreariness. In other words, winter.
Except that I'm wearing a t-shirt and wet wading comfortably.
This makes me feel oddly off-center. As if my brain can't reconcile the barren trees with the warm water lapping around my knees.
The carp don't seem to care either way. Although not as plentiful as you might see in spring and summer here, they were not hard to find. Water levels have dropped quite a bit as of late, and I'm again finding fish mainly on the shallow shelves near deep water. This is apparently a low water pattern I've noted before.
They were tough and I failed far more than I succeeded. Still, a few were brought to hand.
When Poppers Fail—Part 2
3 days ago