Chris Lane just switched to a square-billed crankbait
James Overstreet is an animal when it comes to getting the shot.
JO and I just hiked a few hundred yards through the woods to get a better view. We still can't see Chris Lane, out Classic leader when the day began, but there's a single spectator boat who has offered to pick us up
We've relocated Chris Lane. He's in a tiny ditch with a mud bar and a tight clump of trees at the mouth.
We're on the move - by land.
Horton’s observer said that he got his last bite at 10:30 this morning.
Bobby Lane is fishing the Bassmaster Classic on the Red River with a small black scarf in his pocket, the flight scarf of a fallen U.S. soldier.
Our adventures continue. Overstreet and our boat driver planned to follow Chris Lane through the lock. I was going to head to the Coushatta ramp with some film runners and drive the truck 40 minutes north to Red River South. Undortunatel his driver's lower unit geound to a halt. We picked JO up, went to the ramp and now we're both in the truck headed to our waiting chariot in Pool 5.
Just as Bill Lowen stormed back in, Chris Lane pulled his trolling motor to leave. He thanked the spectators, put the Legend on pad and headed out to lock back up.