Ann Arbor, Mich.– Field Correspondent M.T. POCKET files this report:
As humans strive to cure cancer, solve the world’s energy needs and explore space, the scientific community forgets Carp fishing represents the pinnacle of human achievement: Carp fishing can solve world hunger.
For 121 years, Ann Arbor, Michigan’s most prestigious Carp-fishing families from Barton Hills to Stony Brook guarded the secret to cooking this gourmet delicacy. After extensive research, Ann Arbor’s “Lost Campfire Carp Recipe” is revealed to the masses in this article.
Trying to catch Carp with a bread-ball for bait is as difficult as engineering a cold-fusion nuclear reactor.
Modern American angler’s aim their complicated fly-fishing gear or foot-long tandem lures for more predictable, boring and tasteless Salmon or Trout. They forget the challenging sport of tricking highly intelligent Carp with a bread-ball attached to a hook on the river bottom.
The art of standing on a riverbank for hours waiting to catch Carp poses many challenges to human endurance. The mystery of why people choose salmon or trout fishing over the glory of waiting for a giant bread-ball to soak-up water challenges psychoanalytic theory.
This is not a Carp or the Huron River
Most people don’t ignore Carp fishing because they forgot the Space-Age bread-ball-on-hook technology; They just forgot the ancient cooking technology used to properly prepare this gourmet delicacy– and the recipe doesn’t involve removing a mythical “mud vein” running across the back of this most noble of game fish.
Originally imported by European settlers wanting the taste of the Old Country, this delicacy is forgotten by most anglers– mainly because they believe Carp taste like “Old Country.”
So here it is, people, the most sought after CARP RECIPE of all time– almost lost forever due to better judgment:
ANN ARBOR’S LOST CAMPFIRE CARP RECIPE
INGREDIENTS AND SUPPLIES:
Semi-tractor trailer tries to kill boat
We weren’t fishing on the interstate. The boat was in transit to Mill Lake in Michigan’s Waterloo State Recreation Area. The wind blowing across the interstate lifted the boat, racks and rope off the roof of my brown 1980 Buick Skylark.
Somehow, we talked our way out of a ticket with the State Police officer. If you ask me, she wanted to cite us for breathing. But her partner said– “stupid as all hell isn’t a recognizable offense under Michigan law.” She even considered a “failure to secure our load” charge. But we got out of it. Actually, the truck driver just wanted to finish his run and get back to Montana. He refused to file a complaint. The truck driver gave us some extra rope. We straightened out the racks a little bit, tied down the boat, and still drove to Mill Lake for a day of fishing.
We left the boat launch and immediately had problems. If we tried to row equally on both sides, the boat went hard left in a circle. The front left bow had a severe indention. We rowed at half speed on one side to go “kind of straight.”
