Then later, while I'm watching the backing melt off the reel like ice on a stove and cursing myself for not checking my knots one more time, I think "Oh yeah, this is why.".
Only one other angler around, an old schooler named Jerome. Like most old school types, he knew his stuff. He was kind enough to share some serious intel about this striper fishery with me, hard-won info gleaned from a couple of decades of hardcore striper fishing. The kind of info that most anglers wouldn't divulge under penalty of death. So thanks Jerome. You da man!
|Jerome with the first striper of the day.|