This rockfish took me for a Chesapeake train ride
It had been way too many days since I had caught a rockfish, and I was ready. But late that afternoon, the light was beginning to fail, and my surface plug had gone untouched cast after cast.
My hopes had been pinned on a rumor that there were good fish to be had around this remote pile of boulders. Now it looked like it was just not going to happen for me, again.
Getting desperate, I changed my lure color. Perhaps in the dim, fading light of day, black would be a better choice....