My backyard pond has some big grass carp. These carp have my respect as I've yet to lay a finger on them. I danced with one brute for roughly 10 min before horsing out my fly, straightened another meager nymph hook, and missed two amazing takes on a grasshopper. This is the kind of stuff that keeps me up at night. I can hear those grass torpedos laughing from my bedroom window.
I also wonder what my neighbors think of me doing a panther crawl down to the weed wall only to catch loads of bluegill.
if all the gills were this size they wouldn't be so annoying