A couple of years ago when I first got my boat. I couldn't catch a striper with dynamite. So after going out about two dozen times, hauling all my friends along, many of whom vowed not to fish with me again because I sucked so bad, fate intervined. I went down the Cape on vacation. I was at Rock Harbor with my father in law walking along the docks when all of the sudden a string of expletatives that would make a drill sargent blush rang out into the warm summer air. It was an older gent, a charter captain whose charter did not show up and did not call. Needless to say he was pissed. Being a bargin hunter I asked him if I payed the difference could me and my father in-law go out. We cut a deal and off we went. While heading up he called me up to the bridge. I made a decsion at that point to swallow my pride and tell him I couldn't catch a striper in a bathtub with a net. He smiled and said well, "We' ll put an end to that crap." Told me to go below and get a pencil and pad off his chart table. He then gave me step by step instructions on how and why of striper fishing. methods, structure, tides, currents, everything. I wrote 15 pages of notes. He had a lot of info as he been a charter captain for 50 of his 72 years. That day I got my biggest fish ever 48 1/2 and two other cows. When I got back home I studied his notes and never looked back. Everytime I haul in a nice fish I thank God for that day. Amen Thanks to you Capt Stu.
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