So there was a small window at Montrose at dawn, literally.
Then the clouds cloaked the sunrise, and rain started spitting.
But that didn't stop Robert Sanchez Sr. with his 8-year-old son Robert. They simply put on rain gear and fished on. And they had one jumbo, another perch and a nice rock bass in their basket when I left the south rocks at 6:30 this morning.
The key for them catching more than most was soft shells.
Considering the revetment work has been done for years now at Montrose, shouldn't we find another name for the south rocks? I can't think of a good one, or I would already be using it.