Jackson and I went to Lake Chicot at 6:30 this morning with the idea of catching some fish on top water baits. He had a spook and I had a Whopper Plopper. On about the 5th cast just as the WP hit the water a fish hit it. It must have been the fight or flight reaction. It instilled a bit of optimism, but I should know better by now. For the next 150 yards down the shoreline there was no hint of a fish. We decided to cross the lake and on the way Jackson spied some schooling fish. I don’t know how he saw those fish that far off. When we arrived at the spot, sure enough, we started catching fish. A Red Eye shad was our bait of choice. We caught some but the school soon cooled off. The spot we stopped was a new one but was close to a known community hole. We tried the community hole after we finished with the new spot but nothing doing. The same was true at another favorite spot . We vacated that spot for the squirrel log where again nothing was going on except the heat. The bridge on the dam was a big zero too. We then established a cut off time of 10:30 unless there was a big change in the fish’s attitude. To spend the time until the cut off, we went to the first place  we visited and caught a couple more fish. I hung my Red Eye on something solid that was on the bottom. Although it could be reached with the rod, it refused to come off. Jackson’s “gitter stick” was not having any luck retrieving it either. Aggressively pushing on the bait with the stick broke the line. When the stick came out to the water the Red Eye was on it hanging by one hook. I gingerly eased the bait into the boat and saved it. That was the second saving for that bait as I pulled up a piece of line on Enid and it was attached. I was glad to get it back. We ended up with 13 fish at 10:30, none large.