I didn't grow up carp fishing - not in the traditional sense, anyway. Back in high school, living along the upper James River in Virginia, I was broke but restless, and every summer night seemed to ...

It was the height of summer 1985 and I lay on my stomach, sprawled along a fallen oak stretching across the pond. Keeping still, I was able to get the carp to come right up to my fingertips and, one ...

Carp get mixed reviews in this country. Some anglers — more than people may even realize — are obsessed with them. If you assess these bottom feeders based purely on the sizes they reach and the ...