The wife and I went diving in the New River today and had a ball with all the Flatheads and Smallmouth. I like to swim up behind those big cats and grab them by the tail. There was alot of weeds on the bottom today, (Hydrilla I think) and the cats lay on the bottom with their heads covered up and the rest of their body sticking out. I go up and grabthem by the tail and they shot out and then turn and look at me like, "What you do that for?" then they come back and check me out. At one point I was pulling myself upstream along the rock ledges and reached over a ledge and grabbed about a 30# Flathead. I wasn't expecting it so it scared me as bad as it did him. He circled around and I tried to lip him but he was too fast. The Smallies have learned to follow divers because of the stuff we churn up so I had a whole herd of nice 3-4#er's cruising along with me for a good while. I scared up a big Crawdad and one of those Smallies darted out and grabbed it. Once when I surfaced, there were two guys in a Jon Boat above me and asked if there were any fish down there. I told them there was a alot of Smallmouth and some really big catfish so they proceded to beat the he*l out of the water with the lures they had on their lines. They couldn't understand why they couldn't catch anything with shallow running crank baits when the fish were 30-40 feet deep. When I got back to the bank there were 4 guys that had just floated down in canoes complaining that there weren't any fish today. I just chuckled to myself, changed tanks and went back to chase some more.