Ahh what a nice thread..I love stories of why people do things and how they got into them.. Heres the story of my first striper.. I had just gotten my drivers liscense and I was going for a drive after school to kill time.. I drove down to 2nd beach, then out ot sachuest point. At that time, you could drive out to the end.. Man I miss that
so as I was driving down the road to the point I see a man wading up to his chest with a really long fishing pole. I stop and watch him and he's hammering bass and blues. I think "oh i know what he's doing!!!" and race to my grandfaters house to grab his old Surf outfit from his cuttyhunk days. He was home and got all horsed up about getting me ready, we spooled on new line and he told me quickly about how to work a popper..So i get down to the water and the guy who was there had left and I was all alone. I dont remember how many fish I caught that day, but they were all bloos. I was happy with them, but i wanted bass.. SO after much talking with my grandfather, it was decided that I try going at night with bunker heads. the first night- skunk- 2nd night - skunk- 3rd night- a 25 pounder.... I was psyched. that summer i fished alot, but I was a teenager and fishing for girls was more important. It wasnt until after college that I rediscovered the bass. Now bass fishing is more like a religion than a hobbey
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