Lindsay got some pictures while I got the skunk.When: Saturday, November 5th, from 4pm to 5pm
Where: Victor Crowell Pond in Middlesex
What: Carp fishing
Weather: Fair skies, calm wind, 52 degrees
Barometric Pressure: High, 30.43in and rising
Moon: Waxing, several days after the first quarter
Water Conditions: Only slightly murky
I am definitely going to have to put my thinking cap on to try and figure out how to catch some fish over the next couple of months.
Once again on Saturday, I had half-a-mind to make the run down the shore to see if I could get in on the striper action. Lindsay was even willing to come along for the ride. Upon further review, however, there was just too much other stuff to be done around the house and I really didn't have the time.
Lindsay did join me, but instead we traveled only a short distance with a lot less gear to try and catch a carp at Victor Crowell Pond. This place has treated me well, as both times that I have fished there it took only minutes to hook a carp.
The lake looked pretty lifeless. Normally I can pick out the telltale signs of feeding carp, but this place was still. We gave it a good hour, but nothing.
On the way out, I saw another gentleman approach the dock adjacent to where we were fishing. I had a weird hunch that he was a carp sharpie, so I went over to speak with him and maybe find out if I was doing anything wrong. Andrew was from Poland, and he was indeed a carp sharpie. After speaking with him, I realized that I wasn't doing anything wrong, and that it's just that time of year.
Andrew uses corn just like I do, and has built a contraption out of PVC for tossing it into the water to chum. He said he was out earlier in the day for five hours without a bite and that this would be his last day of fishing for the year. According to Andrew, the fish have gone to "sleep."
I couldn't have said it better myself.