Multi-day rain events around here often bring the carp up into the shallows. No news there, of course. That happens in a lot of places, and not just with carp. The prevailing theory seems to be that the rain washes a few more food items into the buffet as it scours the shoreline and drains into the lake.
|Rivulets draining from far up the shoreline and into the lake.|
I'll buy that, if for no other reason than after heavy rains I often see carp in places where they usually aren't found, nosed up tight to the water's edge and in serious feeding mode.
Like yesterday. The carp were on a flat that, for whatever reason, is typically not on their scheduled daily rounds. I have, for example, searched this flat thoroughly over the past couple of weeks, seeing no carp. Not one. Then yesterday, following the deluge, they were there.
And I caught them. Not all of them but enough to count the day as an unexpected late-fall bonanza.
As I landed these fish, I realized that there is a good chance that these were my last carp of 2012 and felt, weirdly, a twinge of sadness. If you're not careful you can get sentimental about that sort of thing, as if a December carp is somehow more significant than, say, a February carp.
Still, I took a few extra seconds to admire these fish. They may or may not be my final carp of 2012, but I couldn't overcome the urge to savor them just a bit.