This past Tuesday night I donned my bathing suit and hit the beach at 11pm in search of stripers.
The moon was nearly full, and it was shining brightly through the foggy mist and clouds. The wind was dead calm.
I quietly walked down the beach, making sure not to disturb anyone who may be sleeping in the nearby houses. After a 20 minute walk I arrived at the spot, hopeful that some fish would be home.