I had some errands to run on Sunday morning. Okay, it was one errand. I needed to get food, and by that I mean go to the supermarket. K.C. & Lilly were over at “Uncle Andy’s,” (K.C.’s brother/Lilly’s uncle) and after I exhausted the last jar of peanut butter for breakfast, we truly had nothing left to eat in the house. Well, except a box of Uncle Ben’s and some couscous. What the hell is couscous anyway? I wasn’t eating either for lunch.
So after a grocery outing, I came home, ate, and parked it in front of the TV for a little bit of football. The early game (Jets vs. Dolphins) was pretty much unwatchable, so around 2:30 PM I decided to sneak an hour or two of fishing at the local pond in before the Eagles game started a little after 4:00.
Cabela’s C.G.R. in hand, the sunfish had no chance. They were absolutely killing Kiwi’s Royal Kebari…fish after fish…after fish. What? Yeah, I used a tenkara fly with a “standard” fly rod and reel. Somewhere there’s a Japanese fishing ninja crying. Oh well.
I upsized to a bugger to try to get down and get into some bass, but they weren’t interested. Had a few follows, and one unsuccessful take due to a poor hookset on my part. I think this bass (below) is like the pet dog of the pond. He’d swim right up to your feet (I suppose looking for table scraps), but absolutely would not take a fly. Oh well. Screw him.
Oh, and one more thing…it’s more of a question…do carp launch themselves out of the water to feed? I’m not a carp guy, but something BIG jumped vertically out of the water about half of it’s body length I suppose to feed on something in the middle of the pond. I only saw it quickly with my peripheral vision so I didn’t get a good look. Could have been a friggin’ tarpon for all I know, but it was damn big and made a bigger splash. I might need to invest in a float tube and a fishing gaff.
After that, I packed up and headed back to the car. Turned on the radio and the Eagles were already down 17 points in the 2nd Quarter to the Cardinals. Ouch! The Cardinals…really? I headed home to watch the second half knowing the whole time I should have stayed at the pond. Us Eagles fans are masochists that way…