A long, long time ago there was a group of us that fished for striped bass six days a week, before or after work. On some days we’d finish work and head right out to fish; if the tides weren’t right we’d go home, catch some sleep and head out again around midnight. This was in the early 1990’s, and there were tremendous numbers of small – and medium – size bass to be had. Virtually every day we’d find schools of fish pounding bait on the surface…
