After targeting walleyes in Monksville for over a year, tonight I finally closed a chapter in what I thought was going to be a never ending saga. Everyone knows that lake sucks, but I would always run into someone who knew a dude that pulled a walleye out of that place. I've been drawn back there dozens of times on tidbits of info about a guy who knows a guy that gets eyes hear or there. I've logged 6 trips in the past 3 weeks getting there before dawn and fishing after work until midnight catching maybe a sunny. I actually saw a pair of women's underwear get caught off the bottom of that place. Well,,, tonight I finally broke the curse. I got 2 eyes at 17" and 20" and lost one at the net.
