Combs has just moved a short ways to the east, farther away from the dam. Every movement he makes is at a frantic pace. He slams the trolling motor down – not out of anger – then throws his life jacket over his shoulders and jumps down into his seat with each move. He’s just now picked the trolling motor up and is heading farther north, toward the ramp, to a spot past Tiger Creek. He’s not content with what’s in his well at the moment and just before he headed north told us he’s going to catch a 9-pounder.