Tharp spent a lot of time on the point dock to no avail. When he was done he idled across the cove and hit one on the opposite entry point. He's spending so much time on particular pilings that you might think he'd seen a bedding fish, but this is the dirtiest water we've encountered. No way he's seen anything, just has to hope big mama sucks in his jig.
Tharp missed a second bite on the dock, then worked his way around it without a third opportunity. Rather than hit the others in that same pocket, he made a run of a mile or so, straight to another boathouse. The apparent similarity of the two is that they're both at the entry points -- not sure if the bass spawn on them or use them as staging spots on the way in to bed.
Paul Mueller’s stagnation continues. The current is still flowing, the crowd is coming and going but the fish aren’t biting. However, he did mention yesterday that he didn’t have a fish until after noon, so we’re hoping in the next hour or so that things will pick up. Otherwise, it’s a lovely sunny day here in the South.
Edwin Evers just culled up a couple of pounds. I'm too far from him to see exactly how big the fish was, but it was definitely bigger than anything he had in the livewell.
DeFoe runs downriver a few mile and fishes a spot on the main lake far offshore. He quickly hooks a good bass and works it back to the driver's seat. He lip lands the bass and screams, "Yeah!" DeFoe soon boats another bass that needs measuring. It passes muster and goes in the box.
On the first boat dock he fished, Tharp set on what appeared to be a good fish. Fought it for a short time and when it got to the boat his lure flew back in his face. For the first time, we heard an expression of disgust from him. There are other piers here, maybe he's onto something, despite the disappointment.
Tharp's hunch about the back of the tributary didn't pay off. He dropped his Power Poles a couple of times and saturated discrete areas, all to no avail. We'd assumed he would continue to work down the lake like he did yesterday, but he fooled us by heading back upstream, ending up above and across from where we started on him this morning. He's back in another creek, working a shallow boathouse under sunny skies.
Jordan Lee just culled for the second time, this time replacing a 3-pounder with a fat 5. He's having his way with the big girls in shallow water.
DeFoe left square one and his boat was out of sight before we got underway. It took us 45 minutes to find him. He was fishing another stretch of riprap off the main lake. He still has only one bass. He laments the lack of wind today. He's off and running again. Gotta go.