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This big thing slammed my senko....

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I was fishing on lake Sarah last night, throwing a wacky rigged Senko when something slammed it hard. It took off running, and after about a minute I figured out it was a huge carp. Took just under 10 minutes to get it in the boat...bent landing net and all. I usually don't make hay over carp, but this thing was 36" and massive!!! How much do you think this pig weighed?

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Wow... nice carp! As for weight, I don't know. But judging by the strained look on your face, I'd guess high 20's.

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Very nice carp! I'm terrible at judging weights. I think HuskerBen is close with his guess. Maybe 30ish? That's a beauty of a fish. Look at the girth of the tail!

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I'd guess right around the 30's....huge carp man, too bad they destroy ecosystems in the lakes....fun to catch though so it's kind of a catch 22.....only took u about 10 minutes to haul that beast in tho...that's pretty good!

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Know for a fact there are 30+ pound carp in Sarah, so you might have one close to that.

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that is a beautiful looking fish man. We just caught a 33" a while ago that also had a nice belly and weighed in at 17 lbs 5 oz. Based on that I'd estimate yours to be 22-25 lbs range. Awesome fish man.

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Great fish! A Beast! I'd guess somewhere in the low 20's

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BIG CARP bet that was fun!

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Wow! I had the same thing happen today only the carp wasn't worth writing home about. I've noticed the carp feeding rather aggressively the past few weeks on the lakes. Nice pig! Look at the girth!

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That big thing is a georgeous carp! Fanastic lines and color.

That is an English fisher's wet dream!

I have no clue how much she weighs - we measure the weight of some we caught in June. See the Bonus carp lake Michigan post. The carp I'm holding in that picture was just under 14lbs. We caught a couple huge ones like that and they measured about 20lbs.

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Before reading the other posts, I was thinking around 30 or so lbs. Looks like there's a slight consensus. 10 Minutes is very remarkable for that size of a carp. Congratulations!

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Somewhere in the low 20's? Holy Carp! lol....I've shot plenty of carp in the low 20's and one a hair over 30....that fish looks to be in the low 30's easy. Nice fish!

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Biggest carp I've ever seen out of the water. Nice going! I've seen some 50s on Lake Michigan and in Lake Erie... def want to go carp fishing out there sometime. But dang man, nice catch!!!!!

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