When I got there, I had a chat with a man and his nephew catching sunnies. "Any largemouth in here?," I asked. "Not that I've seen," he said. "But there's lots of carp." Sure enough, dozens of sucker-mouths were cruising the shallow shoreline like red drum in a marsh. Every once in a while, one would nip at a leaf or twig on the surface, so I knew they were looking up. I drove home as fast as I could, ditched the bass rods, grabbed a 7-weight fly outfit and gunned it back. In true carp fashion, they were not easy, but eventually I got the fish above to sip a caddis fly.