They've been teasing. No. Teasing isn't the right word. They've been tormenting - yes tormenting - me. Hundreds of them. Everywhere. Basking in the sun, and sulking in our early summer. But they haven't been gamers; they haven't wanted to play. At least, not until today.
Today, the sun hides behind a grey mass of clouds, and the carp have their tails pointing skyward. Finally. A shot.
Not the biggest fish, but after a long drought - and an infuriating early season where other mud runners were catching them in March - it does feel good to be on the board. Now if we could only make the rain stop.