Last year in August I went to Lake Chicot with Jackson and we caught a lot of fish, over 100 one day. He had been going mostly to the same places for two months before I went with him, so I figured those spots would be good now.  I arrived at the ramp downtown early but two guys were just a little earlier and they started fishing down the bank without even starting the big motor, exactly what I had planned to do.  Motoring down the lake a half mile solved that problem as it’s all about the same.  The Cripple Killer topwater was the first bait out of the box and it got a bite on the first cast. Even though the fish were biting well it took a good bit of time to catch the first fish because they were missing a lot. I really wanted to catch the fish on a topwater but I also really wanted to catch some fish so I changed to a spinnerbait. It seemed that the fish were around a rip rap bank better than a sea wall . Getting in close and casting parallel to the bank was the trick.  Also casting around the ends of docks worked well. There were a lot of hits and misses. I found if you slowed down your reaction time the number of hook ups increased.  As the bank and dock bite slowed I went across the lake to the spots where Jackson and I had caught them. Nothing in the first spot. In the second spot I lost three spinnerbaits in rapid succession. One broke in two pieces at the wire neck (common with Booyahs), and two were lost on the hookset on small fish. After the first one I checked the line for abrasions but the very next bite broke off too. It broke halfway to the bait, not at the knot. It must have been where a backlash damaged the line when I threw a small one out.  After that I had no more trouble for the rest of the day.   I saw the fish schooling in one spot and thought I was going to wear them out but after catching 5 or 6 the school went away and I never could find it again.  Once again, the wind made a big difference. It was variable but when it blew against the rip rap or seawall the bass were there. The school was where the wind was blowing into a wire fence and it was like the bass had the shad hemmed up. I quit about noon with 33 fish and a FOD a little less than three pounds.