by dahlberg » Sat Feb 14, 2009 3:33 pm
hey steel
I too used to spear, arrow and even noodle carp as a kid. I got in to trouble a bunch of times because on the way to "vacation bible school" I had to cross a small dam from which spawning carp were visible.
Those big slobs wallowing in the mucky shallows was more than I could take and an irresistible force would draw me into the water after them; sunday go to meeting clothes and all. I like to think of it as a baptism ritual of sorts.
I found if I positioned at a place where the bank dropped off square to about 3 feet deep, made sloshing noises with my hands and just sat still the pack would seem to be attracted. If I grabbed at them they'd bolt, but if I gently maneuvered a hand on each side, sort of shuffling slowly with them and stayed in a crouch, I could sometimes get my thumbs locked into the underside of their gills. Then it was a matter of hanging on and steering them toward land instead of open water. I dragged some of the larger ones into the local grocery store scale and they would weigh between 40 and 45 lbs.
When I got old enough to drive I had my dad's car topper grumman sport boat on a super fertile (cow poop, nitrogen, etc run off) lake near where I grew up where I saw carp that were as big as small barnyard animals. Like the ones you are describing they dwarfed my 40 pounders. They were at least two feet longer, and almost impossible to get close to on purpose. I was fishing for largemouth and anything I tossed at them sent them packing. In summer it was pea soup but in spring it was quite clear and I got a very good look.
I returned with fly gear and after down sizing and down sizing got one to hit an emerger fished on 2 pound test tippet. They were cruising along patches of coontail with a few gobs of filamentous here and there on the surface.
The thing took off like a poked pig! You can imagine how long that lasted.
I'd say the largest of those had to weigh sixty pounds, but never caught one so I can't say for sure!
I'd forgotten all about carping until your post jogged my memory!
I do remember vividly that ones I caught smelled pretty tough, and recall my mom made me bury my best bible school clothes in the back yard!
best,
L
Larry Dahlberg
The Hunt For Big Fish