Steve Kennedy just now missed a strike on a buzz toad, which he's skittering across the pads and mats here on the west side of George. He instantly anchored and began saturating the vicinity of the strike with a soft plastic flipping bait. No second chances here. We're anchored in what used to be polite distance from the competitors. Now, several have moved toward us, almost encircling our boat.
Kennedy is sitting on his front deck, almost as if he's on a sandwich break. Actually, he's seated to keep his profile low while he soaks a soft plastic in a bass bed. Maybe we'll see some action shortly.