Edisto River June 9, 2007 Water Temp = 88.5 deg F at dark It was a hot one, boy. The temps got up above 90 for the second day in a row. The sunfishing started out OK today, but then slowed down as the tide got up. I resorted to a slip float and worm around high tide to get the last few baits. At dusk, on the early ebb tide, I set up about 50 yards upstream from the new spot from last trip (bit of a bump downstream of all the houses) that looked even better: just below the canal that borders the last houses. I got nothing there so I started working my way down river. At the Leaning Tree Trunk Hole: 1 nice blue about 15 pounds, no flatheads. At the Top of the Bump downriver: another blue, no flatheads. At the top of the Channel Above the Mansion: nothing. In the Fast Water Above the Landing: nothing. By the tip of the Carp Tree (still ebbing): nothing. I got in some stargazing, and the fireflies put on a show in the trees on the riverbanks, but it stayed uncomfortably hot even after sundown. Anyway, it was about 1:00 AM, and I was getting a bit discouraged to not have caught a flathead. Since my usually productive spots had not produced, I decided to try something a bit different and headed downriver. I went down to the deep tree where I generally fish for the cool weather flatheads in November. It wasnt long before I got my first flathead of the night on the deep bait: 14 pounds. As I was landing that fish, I missed a bite on the bait near the cover. I rebaited that rod and was rewarded with a 12 pound flathead (which I had to pull anchor to retrieve from the snag). It was getting late, so I moved back upriver toward the landing and try the Carp Tree now that the tide was flooding. Before long I got an 8 pound flathead and then a 3 pounder. I wasnt too thrilled with the size progression (did you notice: 14, 12, 8, 3 ?) By now it was after 3:00 AM, and I was seriously thinking about packing it in, but still wishing for one more (hopefully decent) fish to cap things off. Silhouetted against the night sky, the tip of the outside rod (with a bait tossed out away from the bank) bent down gently and then straightened. I shined my little light on the rod tip and watched. Was the angle of the line changing? Was a fish carrying the bait in toward the tree behind the boat? I gently pushed the button to disengage the spool and quietly removed the rod from the holder, before re-engaging the reel. Sure enough, I could feel a fish, so I tightened down and set the hook. Fish on! She headed for the tree, but I steered her away from it and worked her back to the boat. She came up to the surface, still way too green to try to land on my 15 pound gear, and splashed and threw water all over me. A few minutes later she calmed down and I got a gloved hand into her mouth and hauled her aboard. My first thought was, Thats the longest skinniest flathead I have ever seen! She was 47 long (or maybe 46.5). So what would that make her weight? 60 pounds? For sure 55 anyway, right? I weighed her: just over 36 pounds! I measured the girth the most I could get was 27 inches. She looked healthy, just skinny. Im guessing she just finished the spawn. Nothing left to hang around for then, so I released the leftover baits and headed for the landing. I got home and cleaned up just a bit and fed the cats their supper a bit late like about 12 hours late (my wife and son were out of town visiting Grandma) - and got to bed about 6:00 AM. Once again, straight perverse perseverance paid off. The second picture, with my head cut off, gives you a better idea how skinny the fish was.