I'm not really a rock fisherman. I'm really a perch fisherman who catches an occasional Rock. I don't get up early in the morning, so dusk is the time when the Rock usually come around. Last Monday my buddy Ben and I were out on Eastern Bay at our favorite fishing grounds drowning grass shrimp and chuncks of peeler crab for some of the biggest White Perch you've ever seen. The wind was blowing pretty good out of the South. Well:
Late in the evening, about sundown,
high on the waves up above the grounds,
uncle Ben played the fish.
You could hear drag peal, you could here it sing.
And a nice fat 28 incher came to the boat.