Tharp's gallery has dwindled to about a dozen boats plus one jet ski doing donuts just up the creek. We just overheard him tell his cameraman that he plans to stay about another 10 minutes. He's gotten the bites he needed here, but hasn't been able to put them in the boat. Maybe this is a tactic he'll replicate elsewhere, or maybe he'll go back to the lures and places that got him to this point.
Evers has landed two fish in a matter of minutes, but neither helped the cause. I can't say if he's losing faith in this area, but I can report that he's losing spectators. The gallery is down to 10 boats.
Follow along with Tharp on Day 3 of the 2014 GEICO Bassmaster Classic presented by Diet Mountain Dew and GoPro.
Jordan just landed another one, but the 2 pounder won't help him. It's the second bass we've seen during the Classic that was tagged for research purposes.
This morning you could just sit on a bridge and watch Randy Howell bring bass after bass. Most of the time here at bassmaster.com we have the best seat in the house. Not today.
Randy Howell has thought for a long time that someone could make a charge up the leaderboard on the final day of the Classic, like Howell is doing today. Unprompted, Howell offered the following after Saturday's weigh-in: "This is probably one of the few places we could have a Classic where you could see a big-time spoiler win this thing. I've been saying for the last month that anyone in the top 10 or 12 could win this on the last day."
Mueller is back in action. He just landed this keeper and culled up again. We’ve got him loosely at 18 pounds, though the BASSTrakk estimates are likely on the conservative side. He’s still pummeling the same 50-yard stretch of grass with a Chatterbait and Ima Rock’N Vibe lipless crankbait.
DeFoe's cameraman boat jumps into the follow boat to film DeFoe from boat to boat. At that moment DeFoe hooks a solid bass on a swimbait and swings it over the side. That gets another scream. That makes number four. Three good fish and one that needs to be culled.
Tharp started idling toward the next dock but stopped well short of it to flip some laydowns. In the brushiest part of one tree, he hooked a big fish that got wrapped up in the tangle of branches. He had the fish pinned at the surface and the water was swirling, but he was afraid to exert more pressure and break his line. Suddenly, it was gone. He threw down his rod and sat down for 30 seconds with his head buried between his hands before reporting that it was a 9- or 10-pounder.