Last night Jacob Powroznik hung his head dejectedly and said "I may not catch a single fish tomorrow."
Jacob, J Todd Tucker and Koby Kreiger were still out in the parking lot of our hotel after the sun went down last night, getting their boats ready for the day. In time, that had mostly surrendered into just hanging out and talking and perhaps having a cold beverage. As we stood around under the parking lot lights and watched a bat scoop up some supper, he really did sound like he was worried. He said he had a real negative feeling about this day.
Or maybe he was practicing the long-standing art of poormouthing. Either way, I'm going to call him on it later. He's sitting in third place and culling upwards regularly.
Poor ol' Jacob.