They whipped us again on Monticello. You’d think I’d learn after a few times. This morning Jackson and I started fishing about 7:30 on a unusually calm lake. Within 10 minutes I had a 3 1/2 in the boat on a swimbait.  Ten minutes later another smaller bass in the boat and ten minutes after that I lost another. I thought we were going to tear them up but we should have quit right then. There were no more bites after 8:00 except something that vibrated my bait twice in one place. I think it was a really small bass. The last one out turned off the lights. I’m mad and want revenge. That may have to wait until next April.