Lindsay minding the camera while I tried to recreate Golden Glory.
Where: Lake Nomahegan in Cranford
What: Carp fishing with Lindsay
Weather: Mostly cloudy, 81 degrees, SW wind at 16mph
Barometric Pressure: 30.07in and slowly rising
Relative Humidity: 30%
Moon: Waning, a day after the last quarter
Water Conditions: A little low, muddy, more scum forming
So what exactly does one do after they have fished 366 consecutive days?
They go fishing...of course.
Since Mama was down in WV, Lindsay joined me to spend some time with my folks on Mother's Day. As we've been doing for the last five years, we went and got mom's flowers for the backyard and spent the afternoon planting them with her. After everything we've been through, it's especially noticeable how wonderful days like this are and continue to be.
We love you mom, and I don't know what I would have done without you.
On the way home, Lindsay and I couldn't help but notice what a beautiful evening it was. What ever were we going to do?
Why not go to the park? Why not go to Nomahegan? Why not bring a blanket, a couple sodas and a bag of chips? Why not bring a couple fishing rods?
Sounds like a plan.
We arrived to find the carp active again and I immediately had thoughts of recreating the prior day's quick success.
But I reckon the Fish Gods sensed me trying to take advantage of their kindness.
It took much longer to get my first bite, and after battling what felt like a solid fish for less than a minute, the hook popped free and the carp was gone. Bummer. More time passed and another runner. I fought this one to the finish, but right when I got him to shore he swam into the muck and also disappeared back into the muddy water.
So, no fish. I had carp feeding in my corn slick the entire time we were there, but my only two solid bites did not result in Kodak moments.
Still, it was a beautiful evening in the park with my lovely lady to cap off yet another splendid Mother's Day with mom.