My buddy and I recently tromped through the shores, confident we'd get into 'em along with an occasional smallie. Little did we know the water level had been dumped 3-4 feet just prior to our arrival (according to the locals)... however, there were telltale signs that is exactly what had happened. Like when we watched a powerboat take off from the marina and within ten seconds, hit a submerged rock formation, test the prop's sheer pin, and rev the motor to a zillion rpm. We spent both Friday and Saturday morning stalking the shores and saw a single carp (see photo). Fortunately, it took my carp fly, fought valiantly for about a second, and never tested my drag. I released it unharmed. It didn't take long Saturday morning to conclude our luck wasn't going to change anytime soon, so we headed to Burkett Lake where my buddy did manage to land one despite hurricane force winds. For me it was once again an "A" for futility... Will keep at it though. Can't catch 'em if one's line isn't in the water.