I hit the carp ground & as I’ve been doing, got a hair rig out and a homemade boilie soaking, then turned my hand to trying to get a taker on a fly. No action, ...more boilie or fly (Pistol Pete Ginger #10), for 1.5 hrs.; & then, I hook the Goodby Carp. Timed it... we wrestled for 23 minutes before I thought him pooped enough to try to backpedal him up on shore. He was tired enough, but the 4x tippet wasn’t strong enough for a straight line pull of that size fish, & so... Goodby. I almost left. Then I thought, what ghe heck, I’d at least see what this raggedy dog hair, yarn, bird feather Frankenstein, first fly I have ever tied, fly looked like in the water. It was tied on a #8 hook, & I put 6lb. mono on as tippet, & the one that *didn’t* get away is the result. Bad news is, in the thrashing after I hauled him ashore, he snapped the line & spit my *first* hand tied fly. Which, I then could not find. Going back, w/an industrial sized magnet tomorrow