I stopped at a flat on banks lake the other day on a whim, just checking things out. I hiked up on a bluff overlooking a flat, and was stunned to see dozens of tailing carp. I tipped my hand in my rush to get to my rig, and some bubbas in a bass boat raced over thinking I had spotted bass(as good as sound travels over water I heard them) and being pricks they roared over and started plunking right in front of me as I wadered up. I thought for sure that the fish would be gone, but they were still feeding happily. I made a good presentation and hooked a nice carp on my first cast, which promptly broke me off when the flyline wrapped around the reel handle. Man!!!! I forgot what a freight train those fish are. The guys in the boat left, actually looking pissed that I was targeting carp and wasted their time.