Sunday, April 15, 2012

Day 339: The Irony Of It All

Fountains of Nomahegan.
When: Sunday, April 15th, from 1pm to 3pm (Berto's Birthday)
Where: Lake Nomahegan in Cranford
What: Carp fishing
Weather: Mostly cloudy and breezy, 73 degrees, wind from the W at 17mph and gusting over 20mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.00in and steady
Relative Humidity: 51%
Moon: Waning, a few days after the last quarter
Water Conditions: Low and stained

First, happy birthday to Lindsay's brother Rob, aka Berto!

It's funny how things work sometimes.

Yesterday, during our musky trip from hell, the only fish we saw was a big carp that I accidentally foul-hooked on a Joe Bucher Shallow Raider. When I hooked it and did not yet know it was a carp, my heart was racing as I awaited the whitish-green shine of a musky emerging from the depths. Instead, when I saw the brownish-gold tint of a carp, I was totally bummed. In fact, I was borderline peeved.

It was a huge fish by any standards, but I took it as a huge disappointment.

So, a day later, I took a break from my writing to target the species that I was distinctly upset to have hooked yesterday.


I guess part of it goes to the fact that the carp yesterday was "not a musky," but there's also the whole notion of catching the "intended species." Most fishermen are happy to catch anything, and rightfully so. I, on the other hand, in my rigid insanity, only derive true satisfaction when I catch the precise species I am targeting. I know, it's a little much, but I hold myself to high standards.

So, when I catch a carp while musky fishing, it stinks. However, I have no problem going out and trying to catch a carp the very next day. I would have been thrilled to have caught one.

Go figure.