Poche has now moved across the river into a little hole just around the corner from the main channel. Very different from the giant flat he just left, deeper and much clearer.
The water is holding steady at 60 degrees.
A few bites and he's not jerking on anything, but nothing is getting him too excited. He says that up in the day it generally picks up.
He makes for the narrow opening to the hole where the water is blowing in hard and works over a blowdown tree with a spinnerbait. No bites.