I have to tell you all this story about something that happened to my son my buddy Chris and I last Saturday night. It was a great night on the Colorado river for us. I posted in another thread that I got my PB flathead that night. I know that catfishers are naturally good liars but what I am going to tell you all is the absolute truth. Hopefully some of you might have some input to help us out... After fishing some back channels of the river and getting some cats, we decided to go out to the main channel where the water is wider and the current is a little faster. We anchored off a small island at the mouth of the main channel and entrance to a smaller one. We were fishing a hole that dropped from 10ft to 33ft at its deepest and about 100yds across. We had run out of live bait by that time as it was close to 4:00 am so we baited all 4 rods with chunks of blue gill and tossed them into the current and let them flow into the hole. After about 20 minutes of being there with no action, Chris gets a few nibbles on one of his rods that was set up on the side of the pontoon. Chris set the hook and all of a sudden his line starts screaming off the reel!! This fish had hit his bait from open water north of us and took off straight south. Chris tried to play the fish and work it back to the pontoon but this fish had other plans...it continued south into the big hole but toward a steep bank that was covered with snags. As Im hurrying to pull in all of our other lines, Chris yells at me to to put the anchors (3 cinder blocks attached to ropes) back down! I yell at him that I had not taken up any anchors! "Dont worry about it" he says while reeling in line, "it's coming back to us". Thats when I look up and see the island we were anchored on is now at least 30 yds away. This fish was pulling a 24ft pontoon with 3 cinder block anchors down, 2 men and a young boy with all sorts of gear!!! As we floated down river helplessly, Chris continued his struggle with this massive fish. At one point Chris tells me that he can feel the fish still on but it feels like he's also stuck on a stump or something. At that point we realize that the fish had managed to wrap itself around the back anchor line and to make matters worse it had also wrapped itself up in the snag along the bank! I rush to the back to try to figure how in the heck Im going to free up the line and not lose the fish in the process. As I start to pull in anchor line I get a soaking from river water as something huge splashes just below the surface! I look at Chris and tell him that even if we manage to free the line, he might have to help me heave this thing on board because I didnt think that my son would be able to help me! Almost as soon as I get soaked, Chris starts screaming "oh NO! NO NO!!!" After the fish had splashed, it took off further into the bank and broke off.... We just stood there in silence for a long time not even knowing what to say...even the bugs from all the brush that we had gotten drug into didnt matter to us. Chris pulled a cold beer from the cooler and sat down in silence. My son kept asking what happened until I told him to shush. I felt bad for my friend. This fish was the fight of his life, all of our lives for that matter, and it had won. By this time, the sun was already up in full view over the mountains and the day had already started to heat up. We cleaned up the boat a little and took pics of my pb flathead while Chris came around a little and we tried to figure out everything we did wrong. First we figured that we should have picked up the anchors right away. That way the fish would not have gotten into the lines...but then I start to think that this fish knew exactly where it wanted to go. As soon as it took the bait, it bolted for that deep snag in the bank. This fish was smart! Pulling up the anchors would have allowed the fish to do what it wanted to that much faster. Looking in hind sight, we could have done alot of things different...we plan go back out this coming weekend. Today we discussed a plan for what to do if we get that fish again on a line but didnt come up with anything solid. Im interested to know what would you all do? Has this ever happened to anyone else here on the BOC? Chris, my son and I will remember that night for the rest of our lives...Im sure that if God blesses us to become old men, Chris my son and I will still keep looking for that fish...thanks for reading.