My brother and I were fishing in the Gulf of Mexico from a seawall a few days after a hurricane went through. It was starting to get dark and were fishing by the light of a nearby lamp post. My brother caught a small fish and let it go. I started reeling in my line to check the bait when my rod suddenly bent to the point of nearly breaking. I keep reeling in while others were gathered around to see what I caught. I got it up to the seawall and grabbed the line to pull it up. As it was coming up the small crowd was trying to guess what it was.
As I held it in the air, there were sighs of disappointment, but a lot of laughter. I had caught a "rock fish." It was a rock that had some resemblance to a fish in shape. My hook was anchored in a small hole where the eye should be. I kept the rock.
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