Once I got the yak on the river and made my way down stream to the first hole it was just getting light. On the first cast I hooked up with a nice catfish which would have been perfect eating size if I had a cooler to put him in. Not sure what happened after that but the rest of the morning the fishing was slow. I caught a few small bass and that was it till right before I started making my way back to the truck. I was dead drifting my fly through a run when my line became tight, the fish stayed deep and had plenty of weight to him. I was thinking I had a good striper or possibly a drum by the way he was fighting. I fought the fish up and down the pool I was fishing for a good 10 minutes. He swirled several times on the surface but with the sun in my face and glare on the water I couldn't get a good enough look to determine what I had on the end of my line. I finally got him tired out enough I was able to get him up on a shallow rock bar to beach him and get my hands on what turned out to be a huge grass carp. Not sure how big he was but close to 40" and probably well over 30lbs. He put up a heck of a fight on my TFO TICR 5wt.
Not a bad way to end the day. It could have been a lot worse if I had to spend the morning digging the truck out with no shovel.