My dad, Ricky and I got into some incredible striper blitzes for three mornings in a row on a father's day weekend from Race Point Beach I think around 2008 or 2009. Big fish for hours. The first day most of them were around 30# give or take. The next few days mostly around 20# We called it the Father's Day massacre. I almost submitted a retelling of that day to On The Water, but I didn't have a good picture or a sleepin Ricky to go along with the story.
