Faircloth runs to the pocket where he started this morning and goes straight to the spot where he missed two bites. He is slowly working them over with some type of bottom bait. After five minutes without a bite, he makes a winding run up Beech Creek and shuts down in another pocket. He's back to popping the flooded bank grass. That must be his primary pattern.
It is still overcast, but the sun is trying to pop through the clouds. I'm hoping the weatherman's prediction of a 70% chance for rain is all wet.