!Carpe Diem Finale! 10/24/11

I reminisce about our banner carp trip Monday of this week in near utter disbelief because out of every window the wrath of Sierra Cement has blanketed our World. Winter has arrived in the form of broken trees, icy roads and complete silence. The canine and feline which inhabit my home seem to know also as they lay curled up, in a seemingly accelerated commitment towards a seasonal hibernation.
48 hours ago the glory of an ephemeral Indian Summer lingered – and a short window to stalk the flats one last time. It was the last day to utilize my 17 foot flats boat, Victoria, before she too would lie motionless for Winter. Friend and fellow guide George Gumerman and I raced across the mirror flat lake wondering if the carp were still in the shallows feeding. I figured we had a couple of hours before the wind kicked up and banished our chances of the golden bonefish until next season. The juxtaposition of poling across a flat in Colorado with a true saltwater skiff has yet to lose the feeling of being a child and genuinely laughing at everything…we chuckled about it again today.

My lake, (I call it this because I’ve fished it like an adolescent would fish his backyard pond….for anything that swims and obsessively), was clear and low. The flats were more expansive, the forage food forced into open water and best of all, full of carp. Within what seemed to be minutes we both landed nice fish and took many turns on the platform after missed hookups and shouted obscenities. What I predicted to be a short window of opportunity prelude to predictable Fall wind instead blossomed through some strange time traveling black hole straight into the heat and calm a summer day – We had all day to enjoy this one last time. We effortlessly poled along, accomplishing laps of shoreline with the experience and knowledge after another long season. Fish after fish we assured each other that there was no possible way the upcoming forecast had any credibility….though I admit we skeptically fished with frantic determination. The success we experienced rivaled any day I’ve had fishing for carp with long visual shots in clear water, to up close high stick scenarios. As the fish still lie in their comfortable haunts, we did in parallel.

I can tell you that there is no job in the World that should ever prevent you from enjoying that one last chance at Summer. Life is a series of moments that fundamentally lie in constant fleeting opportunities; live in the now, take a few minutes to observe your surroundings and seize the day. You never know, it may be your last.
See ya next season on the flats,

Watch a video about Carpin from a flats boat.