Let me start by saying that I fully intended on fishing Parksville. I spent the prior night dreaming of fat spots crushing my fluke. However, my father-in-law was bound and determined to figure out weed-fishing after our bomb at the Nick. Knowing that the BFL boys had molested the bass for three straight days, I did not have high hopes for the day. After putting in at the Hiwassee bridge around 2:00, we made a chilly run downriver to the acres of weeds at Hiwassee Island. Three hours and 14 slicks later, we ran down to Sale Creek in an effort to find some better quality fish. Same thing...slickville. With under an hour of daylight left, I suggested we ditch the weed game and run back up the Hiwassee and check out some creeks for schoolers. Bingo! As we pulled up to a large creek-fed cove, we could see them jumping. The largemouths were using a small windblown bay on the southeast side of the cove as a shad corral. While my father-in-law burned a spinnerbait through them for some more slicks, I swam a white jig underneath for a three keepers. I'm not sure if it was the BFL, the whacky barometer, or a combination of both, but it made for a numbers day and a tough one for the big bite.