Santee River September 1, 2007 Water 85.4 deg F at dusk Tim and I decided to fish the Santee. Unfortunately, it rained most of the afternoon. Know how people say that fish bite better in the rain? Wrong. Maybe it was the rain, maybe it was because the tide was a bit high starting off, but we had a hard time collecting sunfish for bait. We also heard some pigs grunting and moving about in the woods very near the creek while fishing for baits. We got no flatheads in the first spot but we did have some bites from something that kept killing the baits without hooking up - probably small blue cats. They'd tug a bit and scale and/or crush the bait. Figures, when we have insufficient baits to begin with IN the nest spot, a 10 foot bit of channel near on the edge of a sand flat, Tim hooked up. He brought some heavier cat gear than usual, because of my stories of snags, and he horsed the fish up to the boat. I let it calm down a bit before pulling a nice 44.5 inch 33 pound flathead aboard. We got no more action there, so after another rain shower we decided to move down closer to the landing. Next spot (fairly deep, mid river) no luck just more baits killed. After that we looked around a bit and ended up just inside the lower point of an island on the flood tide. We were anchored near a tree coming out of the river, very near cover to our east, sitting over 30 feet of water. Despite the cover, I was not confident: why should the flatheads be sitting in 30 feet of water? They were up shallower hunting, right? At least I had good baits on we were down to our last few sunfish, so I had a large bluegill on the little rod and a very nice extra large one on the musky stick. While I was feeling less than hopeful, my smaller rod (just respooled with 30 pound Power Pro) hooked up and bent over double. I grabbed the rod, and despite my tightening down on the drag, the fish continued to take line, worrying me considering the amount of submerged wood in the area. I really leaned into the fish and tried to quickly work it back to the boat. Luckily I was able to keep him in the clear, although I did feel a couple of ticks and the fish stopped dead for a moment (snagged or just stubborn?). Once under the boat, the fish was far from done. I gradually worked him up from the deep water until Tim landed my first flathead of the night a bit before 1:00 AM: a 46 inch 45 pound beauty. I put the last mega-bluegill on the recently vacated hook and threw it back out. Then I realized that my other rod (the musky rod with 20 pound big game) was snagged. I tried a bit to pull it out, but decided to just leave it. Several minutes later the tip of the snagged rod was moving: dipping then straightening. I pulled against the snag and thought I felt a fish, so I pulled again the line would come tight, then as I held on I could feel the line drag against a snag and loosen. Pull tight loosen pull - After repeating several times the fish popped out into the open and I hurriedly hauled him to the boat a nice yellow 10 pound flathead that had eaten the biggest bait of the night. As we were out of baits and another shower seemed to be on its way, we decided to call it a night and headed to the landing a bit before 2:00 AM. Three flatheads. One shooting star (in the brief period without clouds). Small bats flittering about. Barred owls calling. Very nice night when it wasn't raining!