I had a small window of time to get it done today, my only alloted fishing time this week.
The carp were getting it done, too. Full on spawn.
Funny how pheramones and the need to proliferate trump all. On a normal day these fish spook at the sound of a footstep on the bank at 80 feet. Today, I could have lobbed grenades in the water and they would have doubled back and reconvened with purpose.
All I could do was break down the rod, pull out the camera, and get some grainy voyeur shots for posterity.