Within seconds my little cousin Lieschen had a killer rock bass on the end of her rod. Over the next hour or so we pulled in 50 rock bass between the two of us. None smaller than 6", and the biggest being around 12".
Foot long rock bass fight hard, and it's really a nice change to just pull in fish after fish all afternoon long while laying with our backs against the gunwale of the aluminum row boat. A perfect afternoon on a perfect lake. The only thing that could have been better would have been to bring in some surprise Perch, Small Mouth Bass, or Lake Trout.
I might have one last shot at Frankfort Shore Salmon, I'm not counting on landing one, but if anything happens, you'll be the first to know.
Until then, I'll see ya out there!
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