Down in Charlie's pasture is a warrior carp we call Ol' Scarhead. He is most appropriately named with a half inch wide scar running from the top of his head down to the top of his mouth. He is a large beast and his most noticeable marking seems to add more attitude to this carp for some reason.
The first time Charlie and I fished his pasture is when I saw Scarhead and told Charlie about his existence. Later on Charlie also spotted him.
Scarhead tends to hold in the deeper water of the far bank. This water has seemed to become a safe haven or launching area for the fish. He lurks in this water much like Grendel lurked in the high hall of Hrothgar. However for Grendel, in the high hall lay Beowulf... waiting for the chance to take Grendel into his grip.
Will Charlie or I step up and become the Beowulf of Scarhead? Only time will tell.
It would be to our advantage to lure Scarhead to the level battlefield of the pasture, but, if we fail in this attempt, then we have no other choice but to go to the arch of the high hall. Once at the entrance of his high hall, we will pretend to be asleep, standing in the water in quiescence, waiting for the right time to cast our sharpened swords, and hoping Scarhead will pick up our throw down. If indeed he does...the battle will begin. Either Scarhead will rip away from our grip, or he will come to capitulation.
One of the goals of the Carp Crusades is to do battle with Scarhead. Anything less will be a disappointment.