Tim Horton has hit a dry spell. He’s drifted the length of this finger and hasn’t had a bite. With Chris Lane’s BASSTrakk numbers showing now, Horton looks to be five pounds off the pace, but there are good fish in this area. The winds is blowing through this finger pretty good, which has kept the water murky and chilly.
He’s going to need a pair of kickers in a hurry to have a shot. He's fishing new water now, maybe he's getting desperate.
Dealing with a crowd can be challenging on shallow-water fisheries. Both Faircloth and Evers had boats watching them all morning. They had staked up in the middle of the pad stems and Evers actually caught a fish about 10 yards from them. It's important that the anglers instruct and direct the spectators on where to go to stay out of the way.
We were even guilty of encroachment. Despite staying well back from the anglers, they ended up moving towards us and casting around the boat. At that point, all you can do is anchor up and make as little noise as possible.
Evers fished by us and then made a move out to the mouth of the long cut he was back in. He fished for about two minutes and then was powering out of the New Jungle, taking about half the spectators with him.
Time is ticking down on these guys in Pool 4 and I'm shocked they haven't caught them better than they have. Warmer water, sunny skies, a gentle breeze...sounds like the recipe for success, but that just hasn't been the case.
Greg Vinson is making things interesting. After needing nearly four hours to catch his limit, he has put three in the boat in the past half hour. The last one enabled him to cull the other small keeper in his well. Vinson continues to work the blade along the hyacinths on the bank. For the past 10 minutes, he has pushed into some new water, another 100 yards past the farthest point on his regular circuit. It's a little deeper where our boat sits (5 feet), and we're about 30 yards farther off the bank than Vinson.
He just reached the intersection of two levees that form the corner of the pocket and is turning around to head back to his main area. The trolling motor blades are turning fast.
Vinson's body language isn't quite as relaxed as earlier today, but he's not pressing at all. We'll allow a little more tension for the guy with the Classic title hanging in the balance.
Alton Jones finally worked his way back to us, where we could have a brief conversation. He estimates his weight at "12 pounds and change."
"I've got a 3 1/2 and a 3 I want to keep and these other three I hope to get rid of," he said.
He is alternating between a 6-inch Yum Dinger and a Yum tube, but he thinks most of his fish in the livewell have come on the Dinger.
After Jones passed us, heading back near the entrance to this shallow flat, he missed a three-pounder and landed a dink. He thinks the water is coming up, and, if so, some new fish could be moving into the entrance.
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.
We've annointed ourselves "Team Duct Tape and Super Glue."
Greg Vinson has a limit, and just as I was about to type that it didn't help a lot, he caught No. 6, which did help. His fifth fish was barely a keeper, but the sixth went about 2 pounds, which allowed him to cull his smallest fish from this morning.
Both bass came on the chartreuse and white blade, which he was throwing parallel to the hyacinths along the wind blown bank of this pocket.
With about an hour to fish, he's headed in the right direction, but he'll need another kicker to take a stab at the crown. We're estimating his weight at roughly 12 or 12 1/2 pounds.
A few notes on how Vinson's picking apart this area: He's using the spinnerbait as a search bait, targeting stumps toward the back of the pocket. He's using a medium retrieve but killing the bait as it reaches the stumps. Another target is an old fence row that runs through the spot.
For the most part, Vinson is working back and forth over a roughly 200-yard stretch. He'll work close to the bank and then work back the other direction a little farther off the bank. He fishes the blade before stopping with his Power-Poles and using different soft plastics to work on potential spawners.
It's interesting to note that he doesn't spend a lot of time when he sits down on a spot. It's typically two or three casts to the bed and then a move.
Tim Horton is working a 400-yard stretch of dead pad stems. There’s a 6-foot-deep creek channel that bisects this finger of White House with grass in it, and Horton is drifting with the wind down the middle of it and casting to either side of it onto flats where the pad stems are. Horton just idled by us to make another pass, and said the fish he lost was three pounds or better. He then boated a 1 1/2-pounder but threw it back.
My boat driver Beaux Yerger reckons that as the water warms up, fish are pulling up onto the flats to feed and look for a place to spawn.
Bjork says that Horton’s best spot is a 2-acre spot adjacent to a duck blind.
We have found Faircloth and Evers with a group of about eight spectator boats wedged between them. Faircloth is slowly picking apart a line of reeds with small patches of floating vegetation blown up against them. He's using a compact, green pumpkin creature bait and flipping methodically down the bank. Faircloth is one of the most patient anglers I've seen on the water. Some of these 15-foot flips, he spends 30 seconds on, shaking and dragging it.
Behind Faircloth there is a line of pad stems that runs way out down the middle of the backwater, forming a channel where Faircloth's boat currently sits. On the back side of those pads is where Edwin Evers is fishing.
Evers is moving down the edge, throwing a swim jig up into the pads and bringing it out. As he gets about even with Faircloth, he hooks up with a fish and quickly wrestles it into the boat. About 5 minutes later, he catches another one, this one about a 2-pounder. As he swings it into the boat, it hits the front of his trolling motor, but incredibly, stay hooked and he pops it over the side. He's still not culling, so that was probably his fifth keeper there.
Evers is fishing the jig pretty rapidly with twitches of his rod and the small brown jig is bouncing off the pads and dancing through the grass. In the distance Faircloth sets the hook on a bass and it flies out of the reeds and dives under the boat. It looked to be a solid 2 1/2-pounder and Faircloth was able to cull with it. Evers asked him how much he thought he had and Faircloth estimated his weight at 10 pounds or so.
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.
Chris Lane has decided to remain a bit longer.
"The water is up to 59 degrees," he said. "These people want to see something and there's something in here to be seen. One more 5- or 6-pounder."