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DOWNTOWN STRIPERS OAKTOWN ANGST
THROUGH THE ICE
TROUT WITHIN THE M25
STONECATS IN THE SUSQUEHANNA
HERMAPHRODITES TO DRIES
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Page 3 - After wading out and positioning myself as near to the heavy current as I dared, I made a series of quartering casts downstream and let the fly swing without stripping. On my third cast I felt a heaviness, lifted the rod tip, and braced myself for the frantic run and the graceful leaps of "His Majesty," which, of course, never came.
Page 11 - Then we'd hear them — not the baitfish, but hunting splashes of stripers in a channel offshore. The anchovy hordes ran a gauntlet that hundreds of their thousands would not survive. Big as men, the pounding bass sounded. Our signal. Not an easy beat to wade, especially with the tidal wash dragging at Red Ball waders patched solid to the knees. I remembered dropoffs only as my front foot failed to find purchase — panicking, then falling back because it was better to splash down into known territory...