Gerald Swindle is hopscotching north now, moving back to the area around the arched railroad bridge that separates Basin No. 4 and No. 5 on Lake Decatur, not far from where he started today.
As you can see by the water around Swindle’s boat and his prop wash, water clarity is practically non-existent in this lake after yesterday’s thunderstorms.
Just for kicks, I borrowed a jig from our boat driver and lowered it into the water to see how quickly it disappeared from sight, like a homemade Secchi disk. Since American men traditionally over-estimate distances, especially inches, I used a fish measuring board to quantify the distance where the jig vanished from sight: 3.5 inches. That’s Mississippi River muddy.