I had a meeting in Moses Lake last Wednesday afternoon, so I grabbed my gear and got there early to do some perch fishing. I set up on the rip rap bank near the cut under the bridge and went to work. I had two rods rigged and baited with nightcrawlers and settled in to watch for bites. I didn’t get any. I saw one angler leave with nice stringer, and soon another angler came down and started fishing about 20 feet away. He started hauling in fish and after fish, sometimes getting two on one rod. I was still not getting anything, even though I was using the same rigging and bait. He invited me to come over and fish next him, and things changed. For the life of me I don’t know why I couldn’t catch fish where I started, but now I was landing perch. One was a 12-incher. I can’t thank Oscar, the angler, enough for turning my day around. I left with a big bucket full of perch that ranged in size from 9 to 12 inches—Yum! I am going to try to get back there soon. The perch action is the best in years.