Carp fishing with me in South Carolina would be exactly the same as Carp fishing with me in Indiana, where I grew up.
Pull a Carp in, bash that SOB in the head relentlessly with a stick, toss the effer back.
Mom used to love catching/cooking Carp. Me? Can't stand to eat them, so I always made sure any I caught were NOT going to be re-caught by Mom after I tossed them back, so she could cook them up.
I will admit that they are a sizable fish that puts up a hella nice fight. But it's a waste of my time that could be spend hauling in catfish, perch, bass, or whatever else.
There IS a Carp recipe I like, though:
Rub the Carp down with your favorite dry rub.
Nail the Carp through the head to a cedar plank (or any other aeromatic wood).
Cover the Carp with a paste of your favorite spices, herbs, and sundry other goodies.
Put the plank/Carp into a smoker for several hours, until you judge the Carp is done (based on size).
Pull the plank/Carp out, pry the Carp off the plank and toss it into the garbage and eat the plank.
It's a tasty, high-fiber dish loaded with flavor.