My smartphone is working again now that I've come off the water. The last time I tried to blog, it wrote two sentences by itself. I couldn't understand a word of it. I guess smartphones aren't really that smart after all.
The rain let up enough for us to make a run. We found Matt Reed fishing the causeway of the same bridge that Shryock had been fishing earlier. He catches a small one and tells us he has five babies.
Keith Combs pulls up to the bridge and fishes the riprip down the opposite side from Reed. He's twitching a jerkbait. He tells us he has three keepers.