After a couple of fishless hours, it became apparent that we were a little early for the flathead spawn, and a little late for the blue cat spawn. I had exhausted myself fighting the current. As we pulled up to the last three boxes, I asked Bob to go ahead without me. He disappeared next to a pole tucked into a muddy, sloped bank, and then surfaced empty-handed. "Get in the water, Junior. There's a flathead in this one."