Suffice it to say Rooks' idea of a good "half day" of kingfishing ranks right up there with as good a full day of kingfishing as you can have anywhere in the Southeast. The first bait in the water resulted in a 20-pounder - the smallest fish of the day. Over the next four hours, we landed a dozen fish, scaling to 32 pounds, and hooked at least that many more. Around 1 p.m., Capt. Rooks asked if we'd had enough - and we had. Although it's not like me to leave fish while they're biting, the impending cold front had caused us to change our travel plans; we had several hours ahead of us in the car to get to Norfolk, Virginia, and our awaiting flights.