After yesterday's success at stalking the bridges around Lake Guntersville, I figured today would be more of the same. I couldn't have been more wrong. The drive towards Scottsboro gives ample opportunity to see anglers in action up close– but not today. Today I saw Justin Lucas pull up his trolling motor and leave as I pulled off the road. I saw a brief glimpse of Matt Reed in the distance. And that's about it. Until I came to the area south of Scottsboro named Sauty Creek. Yesterday, I was shooting photos of Ken Iyobe and Keith Combs arrived.
Today it was all Combs. Keith is having a good day, but not much happend in our time together. Keith worked under and around the bridge, like a lot of the competitors I've seen in two days here. I decided it was time to leave when the 18-wheeler pictured here let me know my presence on the bridge was unwise. I was inclined to agree.
Most importantly, I got a lesson in fashion from photographer Garrick Dixon. I need some orange pants.