Edisto River Sunday 8/20/06 Water temp was 86 degrees F at dusk (down a few from last month). I hit the river around 2:00. It was a couple of hours before low tide, and I ran as far up river as I could before I ran out of water. I then started fishing my way back down, throwing my little spinner for bait. The sunfishes seemed to be running a bit small, but by dusk I had 30 baits in the livewell (mostly redbreast with a few larger bluegills and a couple of small spotted sunfish) and had released a few tiny ones. By this time the tide had turned and was a couple of hours into the flood. The first 2 spots that I fished for flatheads were new ones. First spot was by a large fallen tree that covers a bit of a channel along one bank. Looks like a great spot, but on the early flood tide there was virtually no current, maybe even a bit of a back eddy. No luck there. After half an hour I went down river a bit and tried just below the railroad bridge. Right around the bridge there are some old piles and some shallow rock, with a drop off to deeper water. Looks to me like a good area for a flathead to hunt for supper. Nothing there either, so I decided to go to some of my proven spots. The most unusual thing about Sunday night was the bats. Depending on how you feel about bats, I guess it could be either really cool or really scarey. At dusk I noticed that it seemed like more bats coming out than usual, but I didnt think much of it. Even when the first one came flying round my rod tip thats not that unusual. Thing is, they did it all night. Probably a dozen times I had bats flying around the rod tips or under the lines no more than six feet from my head sitting down in the bottom of the boat. Know what? They look a whole lot bigger close up than when they are flitting around in the sky. These guys were at least 10 to 12 inches across. At one point I heard the wings in close and looked up to see 4 of them playing tag while circling a few feet above me. Made me think of the stories the kids in my neighborhood used to tell theyll fly into your head and get tangled in your hair! Ive always assumed that anything that can catch a mosquito on the wing in near darkness can avoid bumping into my fat old head. So far Ive been right. Anyway, I didnt get my first flathead until 11:30: a cute little guy of about 6.5 pounds. I noticed the same thing in July. Is it normal for them to wait later to start biting during the heat of midsummer? Not more than 15 minutes later I got my new booty (best one of the year) at 35 pounds 44 inches long and 27 inches in girth. Seemed kind of light for the length to me. I guess maybe they area a bit slim after the spawn. I had to move around a bit to find more fish, but managed one more for the night at 16 pounds. Along the way I caught 3 or 4 blue cats from maybe 3 to 8 pounds. I also got to listen to the barred owls hoot a bit and the sturgeon jumping. Last few years I havent seen or heard the jumpers much, but this year they are going crazy. I bet I saw or heard two dozen on Sunday. I say they are sturgeon. Of the ones I have seen clearly enough to ID, most are sturgeon, some are common carp or grass carp. Whatever species, its pretty impressive to see a 4 foot long fish launch itself a couple feet clear of the water and come crashing back down. The sky was clear all night (although there was a good deal of flashing to the northwest early on somebody go one heck of a storm) and I got in some good stargazing and even saw more than a dozen shooting stars. Most were quickies, but a few were pretty impressive. Home again around 5:00 AM. All in all, a good afternoon and night.