Rick Clunn is biding his time. He might also be protecting his water. As each boat passes, he glances over his shoulder. He’s lobbing a Luck “E” Strike Freak deep-diving crankbait around some trees near the launch. Alton Jones is nearby and isn’t on the same caliber fish that Clunn is, but John Crews is about a half-mile south of Clunn, and he is catching the same class of fish. If the weather reports are correct, the water down by the dam will be nearly unfishable with winds in the 30-mph range. This would mean that Prince and Combs could be washed out. Clunn’s spot is a protected cove that will be coveted by all who have run south in the open areas of the lake. He already told me that he’s not looking to cull any more. “It’d have to be pretty big,” he said.
We pull up to the dam and only locals are there. Boat driver says it was full this morning. The Elites have moved to midlake. We passed Faircloth and have stopped on Morizo. He just lost a 7- to 9-pounder two minutes ago.
Crochet is still stuck on three. And his pace is still slow and steady.
He just reminded us: "You have to remember I'm just two flips away from a giant bag."
Since he's said that 5 minutes ago he's made many dozens more flips with nothing to show for it.
Williamson holds up one of the fish from his 25-pound sack so far today.
Photo by Rolando Serna