Evers just boated a monster — walleye. This thing was holed up in a tree on the bank, and as Evers laid into it he was pulled forward. “Oh, this is as monster! Look at this fish we’ve got here, boys and girls!” he bellowed. “Oh, it’s a walleye!” This thing was a solid 6-pounder, roughly 30 inches long. Not long after that, he boated his first keeper, a 1 1/2-pounder. Then he caught two shorts and another keeper, all within five or six casts. This spot is hot, hot, hot and Evers is on a roll. He just now boated another short! This place is slap-full of fish, but it might be the least fishiest-looking place I’ve ever seen.