Most of my spring was spent chasing other species rather than striper. Figured I'd give them a bit of a break, though it was tough. But my dad, 71, just went through back surgery and a hip replacement over the winter and had said he really wanted to catch a nice striper this year. So we made plans to get down a couple days in May. We worked a lot of good looking water and the bite was tough. Had one evening that some smaller blacks moved in and picked up 5 of them in about 45 minutes. Then we finally caught a break one morning and got a good bend, that wasn't a ray, and he got a decent 24#er on the beach. Picked up 2 more decent blacks after that and that was it. He was as happy as could be with that fish, his smile said it all. It's always awesome getting him out in the salt and putting him on fish. To have the roll reversed for the countless times we went when I was young in the reservoirs and rivers near us. Knowing how he felt when I would get a nice smallmouth or whatever we were fishing for.