This morning in the fog Tom, his brother, Rusty, his son in law Joseph and I went to Monticello. The lake was as calm as it could get, and the water was clear and 49 degrees. I fished with Tom and we fished hard but to almost no avail. Each boat caught one fish, the largest one about 3 pounds. By the end of the day the water was 56 degrees. No way to sugarcoat it we got spanked.