Rooster coming, rooster coming!" My heart was pounding, and all I could do was just stand there high on the sand and watch as the roosterfish cruised the shore. It was a nice one, around 30 pounds. Grant Hartman saw the fish too and, keeping low, made his way to the water's edge. Grant launched a perfect cast, and the moment the fly hit the water, the rooster's comb shot straight up. Strip, strip, twitch, twitch, feed him. Rooster on!