Well.. Me and Will went after them again this morning. Wasn't looking to good at first. Pulled cranks in some spots I figured they'd be and ZEROED.. Then the wind kicked it up a notch and forced us to move elsewhere. When we got to "elsewhere" we found a few. Will found a striper about as long as he is that took his rod clean out of his hands, it resurfaced twice but we couldn't catch it... Then it sank and we never found it. Figured I'd hang it pulling cranks but never did. He was mad.. He told me," well dee, guess we gonna have get me TWO new fishing poles now !!" We had a blast. Everytime I caught a fish he would say , " dang Dee, you catch another one??" It blows my mind how I'm daddy one day, and dee the next.