Evers remains stuck on three. He has caught a short fish or two since our dry spell, but he's obviously wanting to finish out his limit.
He knows Swindle has only one. But he also knows Swindle can sack them pretty quick.
He's fishing his way out of the river, stopping on those places he lost good fish on this morning. But the bite seems to have completely evaporated.
Judging by the time it took us to get up here, it won't be long until he needs to head in.