Tharp made another long move. The lake was stirred up already and with the addition of his followers it felt like we were driving in a washing machine. I'm pretty much convinced that Overstreet had his eyes closed half the time.
His gallery is tight to him as he fishes some rocks. We can't figure out why some enterprising Guntersville resident doesn't start a snack boat, selling hot dogs, drinks, maybe even some binoculars so the folks can keep their distance.
He quickly caught a small fish and tossed it back.