Biffle is on the move again. He left Potato Creek, ran downriver through a flotilla of debris. Then ran into three backwater lakes all the way to the back, made a 180-degree turn and then back out.
He was obviously looking for cleaner water. We've now pulled into a sizable area where the water is as clean as I've seen it all day.
He's in the back with his flipping stick in hand. It's obvious he realizes that he's letting this one slip away.
I doubt he's looked at BASSTrakk, but he's only two solid bites away from being back on top.