I really wanted to sneak in a good night session before the DEC dumps in a truckload of 8" rainbows any day now, plus rain was coming overnight. On one hand the stocking is great because it grows our bass bigger, but in the short term it wrecks the bite. It takes time for a bass to digest a trout or two in 41 degree water. Not that I needed any more inspiration, but my brother sent me a pic of a pretty dink he picked off right before he had to work a night shift.
Based on the past I wanted to hit one specific cove, then trek down the length of the lake to a channel that wraps around an island. The in-between is typically dead this time of year, so unless I spot-lit bait along the way I was sticking to the plan.
It looked like I had the place to myself when I pulled up, and my anticipation was ramping up as I made my way through the woods and down towards the cove. Too bad for me, but Danny the Carp guy was set up in my spot. Unlike the typical carp mooks who show up occasionally, Danny's cool, and he's hardcore. He takes carp fishing very seriously, and doesn't rudely drop poles on every cut down a shoreline. He only takes up one. Dude even has portable livewell on shore as he's C&R. He mentioned that he was doing an overnight, so I said my "hi and good luck" as I jetted my way past him and up towards the channel way up the lake.
Halfway to my spot a wave of Canadian geese honked thier way overhead then crashed down right outside the island near the channel of my salvattion. It took mere minutes before they went to war with what I assume were geese already occupying the zone, or maybe they just started fighting with eachother. It was very dark, so who knows? Wings beat the water from one shoreline to the other, and there I stood feeling like a schmuck with a stupid amount of slings and tacklebags weighing me down like an absurd pack animal. Oh, and I had seven rods slung over my shoulder like a stack of 2 x 4s. Men make plans...
The in-between zone was dead as a doornail as predicted, so after 3 hours of trying and just 3 tiny nibbles I threw in the towel and made my way back to the cove. I'm not really in wading-shape yet anyway, so my azz was kicked from working my way down and up some of the steeper banks. Had I caught a fish or two, the rush would've anethestized my lower back for sure, but absent of that fantasy scenario I was done.
Just as I got to the cove, and just oppsosite of Danny, there was huge expolsion in the water right in front of me which sounded like a killshot from a big Pickeral or a big Bass. I asked him if he heard it, and he asked me if I snagged his line. I hadn't, so I told him it must be a carp. He reeled into it, then yelled out that it was huge. I got there as he netted this monster, then helped him get it out and up into the livewell. He drove a bolt into a tree with an impact driver, hung his scale on it, then I helped him load it into a weigh-bag. 3 feet long and 25.2lbs. I helped him release this thing, and I was surprised by its power during the process. It rocketed off like nothing had happened. Not my night at all, but pretty neat nonetheless. I'd never seen a carp this big in person. Knowing a bass this big has been caught is just crazy, especially with this experience fresh in my mind. Elsewhere my buddy went yakkin' and got 'em on a Bucca Bullwake 4X4.