I only told a couple guys about this situation that happened to my wife and I this past Saturday. We were fishing an Ohio Hills Tourney (which severla folks here on OGF are members of) in Ravenswood, WV. We found fish at a few different spots, but everything was biting very lightly. I still rely on my instincts way more than I do my electronics when it comes to fishing spots. We set up on a spot that wasn't showing any fish, but I had a strong feeling that the spot could hold a flathead or a couple large channels. We picked up a 3 # channel and a 10.5 # flathead within 30 minutes or so. Something just told me to fish in this spot a little longer. We had four rods out, three Abu 7000's and one 6500 two St Croix heavy action Classic Cats (7000-50 # line), one heavy Fenwich Seahawk (7000-30# line) and a Tiger Lite (6500-20# line) w/ a 3/0 Gama Oct circle hook for channel cats. I had a lite hit on the channel rod but then nothing... so I checked the bait, as soon as I lifted the rod from the holder, I felt something.....something big. I truely thought it was snagged at first.I then realized this "snag" was starting to pull back. All I said to my wife was "Get the net, this is big and be ready becasue the rig on this is set up for channels." I fought the fish for aprox 5 minutes, which of corse felt more like an hour. At one time when the fish was near the boat, I thought the rod was going to break as the fish did a couple dives. All I felt was pure power. The outfit I was using could handle a big fish w/ no problem, I was just worried about the small hook. My wife was on the back of the boat with the net as I was brining the fish up from the bottom. As the fish was almost with sight, it came off. I think everyone on the Ohio River from the mountains of WV to downtown Cincinnati heard me yell when the fish came off! After bringing in the line it looked as if the bottom half of the swivel came untied. I truely wanted to cry. The fish would have no doubt been enough to be "big fish" of the tourney and actually put us from a 9th place finish to a tourney "win" but I would have gladly forefitted those to have been able to get the fish in the boat. I owe alot to my wife becasue she talked me down after I was so mad. In the past this would have ruined my whole trip, but in a way I gained a new respect for the flathead species (I'm sure it was a flathead) after I lost this batle. My left arm was actually sore and even went into a cramp after the 5 minute "battle". The largest flathead I've caught has been 34#'s and this fish wasn't even in the same ballpark as that one. Of corse, I marked the spot on my GPS and inteend to go directly there next year during the tourney!!!!! In the end, I looked back and if anything I could have played the fish more and made the 5 minute battle a 20 minute battle, but I was affraid the hookset was weak at best and even thought that the hook was maybe even too small. In the end though, the hook set and size didn't seem to be the problem. Sometimes the fish wins I guess. As my wife said, the memory of this fish will live on forever. On the way home we convienced each other that one of those 100# Mississippi River Alligator Snappers somehow made it's way to WV and that's what was on the other end of the line and not actually a :B . Who else has a "The One That Got Away" story?