We met up with Brent from Uprising under beautiful blue skies, but by the time we had rigged up the clouds started to roll in, along with a heavy dose of reality. The carp were shut down.
The wind howled and the cold numbed our fingers. Poor Brent slipped while wading and took a full on dunking in the cold water and howling wind...that was a wrap for him. He headed home to stave off hypothermia but Jim and I kept pounding away...and Mr. P saved the day with three Carp to hand. I snagged a few, but ended the day skunked.
One more shot tomorrow, pray for a break in the weather. The forecast calls for snow showers!