Lately I have been feeling rather impudent as a guide. The stripers have been for the most part, rather illusive for myself and my clients. The fish are there… we see them. The river gods have thrown in a fish gift here and there. Mostly this river is keeping her finned inhabitants to herself. She rubs it in my face with a phone call from a friend who after 6 hours of nothing decided to try one more spot and was bequeathed with a magnificent line sided gift of 42 inches! Congratulations. It happens when it happens. So what is one to do on a 95 degree clear blue day, and the liquid critters refuse to play the hook. Cool off !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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