Thanks to Lee Willis, my boat driver today. He is taking me out with his jet boat in extreme water today — a big help for us!
At 10:15 a.m, Edwin Evers decided he had enough of the Bouldin Dam Canal and zoomed about 2 miles down the Coosa River. His bite had come to pretty much nothing, so it probably was an easy decision to make. He's on the southeast shoreline, throwing to some flooded bushes with a crankbait. He continues to work quickly, changing rods and lures often. We passed John Murray, who's fishing just inside the Bouldin Dam Canal as we followed in hot pursuit of Evers.
Kennedy put his boat on plane and went over the Moccasin Gap. My boat driver is saying Kennedy is a brave man!
I mentioned earlier that if one of these guys really needed to put the pressure on that they might try Moccasin Gap. Evidently, Kennedy is that guy. All I can say is, the crazy sucker backed off, got a good look at the Gap and went straight through it. He didn't appear to have bumped, scratched or hit anything. Now he's in the section with nothing but Jordan Dam in his way. If he pulls this off, this could very well be that huge chance we talked about that proves to be the difference.
So here I sit doing what I said I would never do again, blogging. But there are no anglers in sight and we are sitting in the Coosa River waiting on Brent Chapman to kayak back our way. Pictured is Steve Wright, blogger extraordinaire, and all the essentials apparently needed to survive a day of blogging. Of course you see a laptop and a river map ... and for some reason, an ammo box. It reminds me of a 'bug out' bag that the 'end of the world as we know it' people have at the ready.
Kennedy got a running start and shot cleanly through the rocks of Moccasin Gap. He's now motoring toward Jordan Dam.
Tommy Biffle reaches for another catch. Photo by Jeff Mason
Tommy Biffle, in 10th place on Day Four, now has five fish in his livewell.
After dropping off TV film, I found Chapman on the same spot was Kennedy was. Chapman tried to idle through a set of big rocks and couldn't. Then he went downstream for a bit and put his boat on full plane and went over the gap safely.
These back-to-back weeks with the Bassmasters can be hard on a man left to his devices — emphasis on "vices." Pickled eggs and pork rinds — ain't livin' long like this.