With the comfortable temperatures and beautiful weather we've been having this week, Chrisper and I decided to spend a few hours chasing some flatheads.* We got to the spot and got everything set up just before dark.
Within a few minutes we got some attention from the locals. It was a odd bite, though. The fish were more or less playing around with the baits, running short distances with the baits before dropping them.* These were either smaller cats, channels or fish that weren't fully committing.
After a short lull in the action, my rod began to get hit again. I looked closely and noticed my line moving slowly parallel to the shoreline. I picked up the rod and came tight and landed a small flathead.
After that, it was pretty quiet. Chrisper had a good run off but the fish dropped the bait. Towards the end of the trip, he caught the biggest rock bass I had ever seen that absolutely destroyed a topwater.
