Rick Clunn said all along that he needed the wind to blow if he was going to catch them.
That was only partly right. It’s not hardly blown a luck today. But a few clouds here and there have saved his bacon.
Now all of the sudden the wind is blowing. Like turning on a switch, it went from slick calm to blowing nicely. For the first time all day, Clunn can poke around these shallow grass beds with a ripple on the water.
Meanwhile the shiner fishermen have moved off the grass bed he was throwing around the edges of and he has the whole area to himself.