Photographer James Overstreet and I are positioned in the pinch point of a popular backwater area, which shall remain nameless. We've talked with about a dozen Bassmaster Classic competitors this morning, either on their way in here or on the way out.
But no one has roared into this stump-filled shallow water like our last visitor.
Overstreet reached for his 300-millimeter lens as we watched the approach, then said, "I guarantee you that's (Mike) Iaconelli, without even looking."
Ike had backed it down to idling speed when he went past us, smiled and said, "We've run over some s*** today."
No doubt, Mike, no doubt.