By noon it is quite hot. After using a shady spot for lunch, we head out with a breeze at our backs. Once in the open I suggest, "Let's hug the shoreline." Darrin nods and switches sides. Quickly the canoe pulls into the shade of overhanging trees. As if by magic, dancing carp appear.
In the shallows, carp will jump once in a while but not dance. The timing is perfect. The shady area is inhabited by hundreds, if not thousands, of carp, either on a feeding frenzy or trying to get out of the heat. Trapped between the shore and canoe, their herd instinct takes over. There is a mad scramble. As the bow reaches the firs of them, they rise out of the water head first. By mid-canoe, ninety-nine percent of their body is up right and out of the water, riding the surface like dolphins at Sea World…
Packed tightly together, like dancing sardines, they are quite entertaining. We both saw Dances with Wolves. Now we are experiencing slam dancing with carp…
The experience rivals the best slapstick we have ever seen. Most are bouncing off each other, as happens in slam dancing. A few ride atop the gasping lips of others, crowd surfing, as in a mosh pit.