I went Friday to the North Santee River, down in the tidal area. I hit the river around 1:30 or 2:00 PM and started fishing for sunfish. I did OK with the baits, and got about 25 to 30 nice baits. As seems typical, most of the baits came from in the creeks and most came on a worm on a 1/16th oz jig head fished a bit more than a foot below a slip float. I did get a few on the spinner, too. It was cool and breezy and overcast all day, so I once I had enough baits, I figured I would set up for cats a bit early. I ran up river and ended up anchoring just below the mouth of Chicken Creek around 7:00 PM. Although I was in a pretty spot where a sandbar dropped into a good hole, I only got one small blue cat around 3 pounds there, so I moved on down river at dusk. Anyway, to get to the point, I got a small flathead, around 7 pounds, in 25 feet of water, followed by another blue, about 8 pounds, and decided maybe I should try a bit shallower. I had picked out a couple of spots near the shallows where I caught a lot of the baits, so I went to try there. I hadnt been set up for long when the heavy rod (cast toward the bank) bent over. I grabbed the rod and was pleased to feel a good fish taking line. Unfortunately, I soon felt a sickening rubbing as the fish found its way into a snag. I could still feel the fish pulling now and then, so I decided to go after it. I reeled in the other lines and retrieved the anchor and ran the boat right over to the snag. I drove the boat all around the hang-up and pulled and pulled for at least 10 minutes. When I hadnt felt the fish for a bit, I decided all was lost. I pointed the rod at the snag and pulled and felt something break, and then felt the fish again! After I applied some more pressure, he came completely free of the snag, and I quickly pulled him to the surface. Fortunately he was pretty well exhausted he must have been fighting against the tree the whole time, because he came right up to the top and lay there. After putting on a glove, I grabbed him by the jaw and lifted him into the boat. It was a nice fat healthy fish that weighed 45 pounds on my scale before I posed for the attached picture (I set the camera on the front seat and used the timer) and then released him. I am calling this a miracle fish, because its a miracle that I was able to land it. By the way, my heavy outfit is a muskie rod and Abu 6500 reel spooled with 20 pound test Trilene Big Game. Pulling a 45 pound flathead out of a snag on 20 pound line is a miracle in my book. I re-anchored in that area for a while with no luck, and then tried a couple more spots. I hooked another fish the immediately dove into another snag. The second time was not so lucky: that one broke off. After a while I headed to the landing and headed home. I am still convinced that the North Santee holds some tremendous flatheads, but it is a real pain in the neck to fish. There are just so many submerged trees, that is virtually impossible to find a decent clear spot to fish, except up on a sand flat. Im sure Ill go back, but I think Ill stick to the Edisto River for a bit. Its a lot more fishable.