after having lunch we went down to fields by the river to see if it was flooding because when it does, carp come into the fields and we can shoot them. the river is just barely flooding into the field when we first arrive so we decide to come back later.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we passed the afternoon shooting guns. here i am trying out mike's M1 Garand, the rifle that won world war II.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

we head back down to the flooded fields and mike shoots a big carp (in my defense, i shot at the carp).

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

dead fish with a bullet hole.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

me shooting at carp. they call me carp stalker in these parts.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

mike stalking the carp.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

derrick with his full size 45 just waiting to bust a cap in the first fish he sees. he did get one with a great shot.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

a stick works also. that story is better told in person.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

taking our "catch" home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

buck checking out the fish. hunting carp was a total blast and the very best part of the weekend was that we left before we had to eat them!