Today John brought his dad Ralph and friend Steve out for the elusive striped bass. We left the dock on the early side to find no wind or fog. Our first stop proved to be a good one. All three guys could throw a fly and it took Ralph three casts to put one in the boat. Not to shabby for 83 years young. They set up a rotation and they managed a handful of bass apiece. We lost the tide and moved in a bit and landed a few bluefish just because we could. Lots of fun today.
