They were so thick under the bridge I could have taken net after net full of them. I was sticking my pole into the water and poking them at one point. Before I foul hooked the first one I could feel the lure hitting, it felt like a bite but I couldn't for the life of me understand how they were getting off. Then I hooked up and and had a heck of a fight getting it in only to see that the hook was in the back not the mouth. I caught a bunch of them when I hooked up to a monster. This one fought better than all the rest. After a 15 minute tussle I got it to the bulkhead and realized it was a carp, a huge carp hooked in the tail. It was a very strange fishing trip for sure.