So Wednesday I headed east on 30 toward a rendez-vous with Shaun, Rob, and KBFer lconn (Louis) to fish Monticello on Thursday. I got one of those heated shelters at Sandlin for Wednesday night and decided to hit Fork before getting there in light of the fact that the first sharelunker of the year was caught there on Tuesday. Fished about 7 hours in the Little Mustang/Williams area and got the full on Pepe le Pew! One bite all day, felt REALLY good on a black/blue jig and was having it's way with me until it decided to yank me into a tree and sawed me off. Wish I'd gotten to at least see it.
Anyways, on to Monticello, where I met Louis and found out that Shaun and Rob couldn't make it due to some car/plumbing issues. Launched just before six Thursday in fog that looked fake, like it was straight out of a low-budget horror flick, and paddled hard for the north end. One stack was fired up. I was using my iphone gps to navigate and definitely keeping my eyes and ears open since visibility was maybe five yards at best there for a while. Pretty crazy! Anyways, the iphone led us astray and as the sun was starting to come up we found ourselves on the west side instead of the east/RR bridge that was our destination. Oops! It was pretty thick...


No matter, Louis has several spots dialed in and we were in some timber in 10-12 feet. I caught couple on my black/blue jig almost immediately and then I hear Louis telling me to get over here and paddle over to him just as the fog starts burning off. He's slaying them on deep diving cranks bounced off the stumps. That lake's got current so those fish can pull! Louis definitely had the hot hand, boating 3 nice ones in the next 15 minutes, one pushing 7 and over 22 inches. I managed a couple myself on a DD22. It sure is weird to see those aggressive hard pulling jumpers during late December, but I like it!








The bite died off at around 900 maybe and the only thing either of us caught by about 2 was my one customary catfish on a bass lure (happens every time I've been there). I switched back to a jig and missed a few that were very lightly popping at it on the fall, but I just wasn't fast enough. I had forgotten my sunglasses and had a splitting sinus headache so I made the call to start the long paddle back to the ramp and left Louis on the water. I had also come to the conclusion that they just wouldn't bite without some current/generation and it was done for the day. Mistake! Talked to Louis this morning and he said it turned back on at about 330 and he boated a couple more over six! Oh well. Next time I'll remember not to be a nancy. Good times! Louis is a real character and it was a hoot fishing with him.
