Carp On The....Fry?

A couple of my buddies and my self went carp fishing the other night. We had a great time at the river by Calhoun's. I took my 8' 9wt. Orvis rod and my chest pack loaded with some flies I tied to look like bread. They were an intricately tied fly, basically a cotton ball tied to the hook with white thread.

After hours of painstaking detailed tying the carp didn't like my cotton-balls-on-a-hook fly. They would swim up to it, mouth it a little, and swim off. To add insult to injury the ones that did take it I couldn't get a hook set on them. My fly would pop out of its mouth like it was just holding between its lips, waiting for me to try to set the hook, so he could let go and shoot it at me.

My friend John he done a little better than I did. He was using conventional tackle and Wendy's French Fries. He lost two before he finally landed this hog. We thought he was a little bigger than his healthy 29 inches. Earlier we seen two swimming along that were a little bigger.