This is Alton Jones' fifth fish for the livewell. Photo by Jim Gilbert
Rojas has started back under I-10. We've decided to not follow. The last time we chased him through there we followed a coon trail that was slightly treacherous carrying camera gear. I half expected to see a dead body or two on the way. It was cooler then. There were heron tracks, coon tracks an alligator slide. There was slight aromas of dead things. The kind of place you wouldn't mind having a gun with you. Now that it's warmer, we are going to stay in less slithery places, at least for the moment.
James Overstreet and I have spent the last hour, since KVD moved, searching for Terry Scroggins. We finally found him, laying on his boat deck with his Power Poles at half-mast, easing under a low wooden bridge. He's got one fish and had seven other bites.
Cliff Crochet has been working about a 2-mile stretch since 7:30 a.m. He just idled back into the same area hit about 15 minutes ago. Klein is not far and seemingly having the same issues -- high skies and slack bite.
Fred Roumbanis boated his first fish.
McClelland hauls in a 3-pounder. He caught it flipping bulkheads. Photo by Jonathan Monk