We are in one of the bigger arms or bays in the lake. Like I said earlier, Ike is setting a furious pace, going from one spot to the next.
I feel like every time we move we have to fight our boat wakes from a move a half dozen spots prior. He’s whooping the water in more ways than one.
He’s still on two fish. But at this pace, the law of averages says we will cross paths with more than one in short order.