Rock n Rollin' @ the Rockpile
Two boats using "bent rod radar" headed my way when they saw the fish, and one guy even pulled up and asked what I was using. He had his kid on board so I was happy to help, and I showed him where the fish were. He hooked up right away, but then the rain blew in. Everyone left, but I didn't hear thunder so I hid behind the big concrete piling and waited it out. Crockett got down in the cabin, but I had to stay out and keep the boat from hitting the bridge.
After it slacked off the wind got up, so I had to do more drift fishing. There were still bites on every pass. If anyone was around listening they probably thought I had Tourett's Syndrome because I missed or lost a lot of fish. I think Crockett felt sorry for me, cause he gave me a big kiss when I landed this 26 incher. Then, he decided to kiss the fish too! I lost count, but probably had 25 or 30 fish. I think there were only two that wouldn't have been keepers, but they all went back. This was the best night I've had yet at the rockpile. I've caught bigger fish, but not consistently this size. For someone who loves to fish like I do, this is about as good as it gets!
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