Went fishing this morning and it was almost a banner day. Caught one small catfish, lost one medium size sheephead on a broken line, but the whopper that got away was ~20 carp. It hit my line so hard my pole almost bent in half and I sprinted over there to grab it. Fought it for a little bit, then it ran my line (!), then I fought it a bit and it ran my line again (!). My buddy and another guy ran over to watch and just as I got it close to shore I saw one last flash of silver from its scales and *snap* went my line. I was simultaneously crushed and exhilarated at the same time.