After being shut out by mellon last night i knew i was due. I went to the playground tonight with Catfish Billy (creator of the big cat diaries) and Mark. It started out slow until i decided to chop up a big white sucker. I tossed the head out in about a half hour my rod was bending like no other. I set the hook and started fighting him. The fish ended up snapping 50 pound fireline. I was in a high state of pisstivity. Then Billy got a run on a yellow belly and fought him but didn't get a good hook set and lost him. From then on it was us missing more and more fish. Mark did the best out of us because he only got one bite. Which he missed. I finally did land a 7 pound flathead on a sucker head. Then after awhile of us joking around and falling on the rocks(well i was the only one to fall) Mark was standing by my pole when all the sudden it goes doubled over. It looked like my pole was going to snap under the pressure. It ended up being a 9 pound 10 ounce flathead. I thought we had finally passed the 10 pound mark at the spot. Some more time went on then i got a run on Billy's baitcaster which he had stopped using. So i tossed it out there with a shad midsection. The drag was going off like a bat out of hell. It ended up being a 7 pound channel cat. The night was capped off when Billy landed a 5 pound flathead. It was a good night but it could have been better, we missed a lot of fish. The total was Me 3 for 5. Billy 1 for 3, and Mark 0 for 1. It was just the night i needed after being skunked by mellon.