We ran a few miles downriver. The wind has picked up. We've got whitecaps to go with our rain.
We find Dean Rojas casting to a rock jetty. He did well in this tournament last year.
Two other tournament boats are on another jetty in the distance.
The sky is gray, the water is gray, Rojas' rain gear is grey. This is this is the definition of dreary. Rojas boats a solid bass, maybe 2 1/2 pounds. That should brighten his day considerably.