Had Matthew out for his first striper trip. We started before first light on the start of the incoming and worked hard where we found water but found no fish. We moved inside and worked a handful of spots but only found tiny blues chasing bait. Got word from a passing marine unit saying, "they're blowing up on peanuts" in another location we moved with that Intel. The journey wasn't easy, and although it didn't pay off, we were glad to be onto real fishy water. I wish we had a different tide, not
as much boat traffic, and more moon then sunlight. He was eager to learn and said the day met all his needs even though we couldn't find the bass. A few of those spots haunt me and I just might have to make a night run soon.
