We found a place to park near the bridge. Dawn is breaking and commuter traffic is ripping past us as we stand on the bridge waiting for blast-off.
We still have overcast conditions and likely rain in the forecast.
Some of the pros yesterday said they fared much better with bigger bass during practice when the sun was out.
They are hoping for sun today. That's not gonna happen today and probably not tomorrow or the day after. Or even the day after that.
Here come the pros. Keith Combs, yesterday's leader, stops at the bridge to fish the riprap.
I look up from my smart phone. Where's Jacobson? Did he fall in? Now I see him, far down the bridge, snapping away.