So I borrowed my buddy Rick Miles' boat and we headed for what was supposed to be the hottest trip of our lives.
My neighbor had gone done the week before and caught over 50 stripers in one night with 2 of his buddies. He told me all the tricks and we were stoked. Unfortunalty we brought the Woodbury fishing luck and didn't fare nearly as well. (My buddy caught 50 again the week after we went.)
All in all we did decent. We each caugh half a dozen or so. All pretty big lake fish.
Dad took home the biggest fish prize. We're remembering it at 24 inches. First time Josh didn't win. (We need a trophy.) We camped on a private beach across the bay. We fish at the damn and up and down several canyons. It was pretty. We need to do this one again before long.
Looking back this was fun. But if we remember acurately,(always hard to do after time passes) it was one of our most disappointing because our expectations were so high. At the end we were so bummed that we talked about canceling the tradition all together.
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