Our son and I headed to the local lake this morning for a bit of quality time together. These day's we don't get to fish together as much as we did. Today was like old times it was great, only 1 small Carp was landed and that was by Michael. It was fun watching him go into the drink to retrieve his new combo after the tripod, his and my rod took off along the bank, mine stopped, his kept going. I know there are some big Carp in the lake and today they must have decided to come out to play. Michael was busted off about 3 times, the one I hooked took off like a train not a hope in hell of turning it. It just kept stripping line, the Black Queen buckled as the Southern Aurora headed for the bull rushes and that was that [ping] Didn't really want to land it anyway "BULL I DIDN'T"