P3 water temps went from 61 degrees on on the 11th to last nights high of 56 degrees. The flow is trucking at just over 44,000 CFS. She be a moving!
After we kicked the rela-tics out from Mothers Day activities, we cleaned the kitchen up a bit and the favorite wife said “If you go fishing now, you can be fishing before dark…just don’t stay out to late…’cause I know your tired. Cooking all day…and waiting on me.. hand and foot…and all”. I thought for a second and said “you are a great wife, women!” and she replied with “you’re and awesome husband too…studmuffin”. Well, that’s the way I remember it anyway…
Made it to the launch in Prescott by 20 minutes to eight. One rig in the parking lot and the boat was on the trailer. The first row of parking spaces by the dock are flooded. Launching and loading the boat yourself requires more than the high water boots I have…but it was time to change socks anyway. 
Made it to our newly found fishing hole and set up…
I set up in front of a smaller snag along a current seam and drop. The sonar said almost 7 feet of water with 19 feet just a few yards away. I dropped one bully up by shore in less than two feet and the other in the slack water as close to the seam and drop as I could get without the four oz no-roll being swept away. Turned on the baseball game and tried to stay awake. Twinkes lost.
I dressed in my winter gear because it wasn’t exactly warm when I left and knew it would get colder as the sun went down. I was pleasently surprise that I was too warm with the jacket on…but the skeeters kept me from taking it off…
Maybe it’s because I haven’t seen that many skeets since last year…but they sure seemed bigger, meaner and hungryer this year! Looking down at the back of my hand, there were 5 attacking it at one time…they were slow to as I could swat them easily.
About 9:15 I had a visitor, Mr Racoon. He was nosey and stood up on his hind legs to get a better look at me. I tried getting photos…but using the spot light just didn’t make the photo’s turn out.
While I was messing around trying to get a better picture, my deep(er) water rod started making a slow click. Figured the bait got into the faster water again, I wasn’t in much of a hurry to get there.
Glancing at the rod, things started clicking in my head…like…wonder if anyone else is out tonight and what’s for lunch tonight and did I pay my property taxes…then…I realize! I’ve been BIT!
Now things like…she took too much line already..she’s in the snag and I’m going to lose my first fish of the year and why don’t you have your headlight on… bounced between my ears! I picked up the rod and turn the clicker off…just wanted it make sure I could feel her before setting the 10/0 home….nothing! NOTHING! I started to get depressed…but then I realized…I’m not feeling ANYTHING…not even the bullhead…closed the bail and as I pulled back with everything I had….automaticly out came the magic words…
“WHOA! FISH ON!!”…I scared myself! 
I could feel everytime she moved her tail…the rod tip move towards the water and line came out of the cinched down Garcia 7000. As I was struggling with her..I was thinking “BIG FISH”, but just as quickly as that came to mind…the high flow popped in and I knew it wasn’t going to be THAT good as the flattie was using the currant to her advantage.
Once she was up to the boat it’s like it all came together for me…grabbed the suit case handle watching out for the hook and over the edge of the boat she came.
24 lbs and some change. Took a sigh of relief, then some photos and released her after a light kiss on the lips. I’m in love again!
Looking up at the clouds…it was looking more like rain all the time…and I didn’t really want to get wet. Called it an early night and was back to the landing by 10:30 and home by a few minutes after 11:00.
Favorite wife rolled over as I climbed in bed and said in a sleepy voice “how did you do?”…as I shut my eyes to go flatting again…I said “good dear, good.”
glad to see they are starting up finally!! 
That is one of the most harmless fish out there! Poor Flatties have a bad rep and they ain’t never hurt anyone. 
I know I would have 