This morning when the alarm went off, I laid in bed another 25 minutes, not because I was tired, but it was like if you had to get up and then take a whipping. The way fishing has been for me lately, that has gotten in between my ears.  I got up after thinking each bad day makes it another day closer to a good one. I went to Lake Chicot and by the time the clock on the courthouse chimed 7:00 I had caught 10 bank bass on a Booyah. By 8:00 there were only 2 more and by 9:00 only 1 more. Then those lily pads in Chicot drew me like iron filings to a magnet. Nothing there for me however. Most of the bank bass had been on chunk rock banks so I started to look for the rocks and just fish them. By 10:00 there were 6 more bass.  I had been saving the spot  where Jackson and I caught the 102 a couple of years back so I went there.  We had caught them on a Yozuri, a red eye shad and a rattle trap. I had on a brand new 1/4 oz. red eye shad. I caught a few but it seemed they were hesitant to bite it as they were hitting close to the boat. Maybe they were following it out, or as the light bulb came on, maybe I was sitting right on top of them. I backed out a little where the water was deeper, and sure enough they started to bite better. Then I got the idea to put on something that went a little deeper, a DT-6 perhaps, since the water was 6 to 7 feet deep. The DT-6 was the ticket and started catching them, once coming up with a double.  I also put on an Alabama rig and caught one on it  before the line snapped on it  in the process of making a cast. The bass were out deeper than when Jackson and I fished there but were also more spread out. I believe you could troll along with a rattletrap  and find more good spots like that one. May have to do that next time because I went down the bank some just before I left and a boat pulled in to the exact spot and fished it hard to no avail because I had done a thorough job. I ended up with 43. FOD 3 1/4. A lot better than it has been.