Tied these flies with Dave Micus' help:

Checked out a duck hunting museum:

Waited for the wind to die down for a week and finally made it out on the water to fish in sight of Manhattan:

After all the preperation, travel, and waiting, I caught my first striper. This would be the only fish of the day despite our best efforts. While the fishing had been hot a week before, the giant school of herring had moved far off shore taking most of the stripers with them, and the bite wasn't on like it had been:

Got boarded by the coast gaurd who made sure that we had a whistle, and other required items. No tickets for us.

Saw the Mummers Parade in a south Philladelphia neighborhood.



That one striper planted the seed and plans are already being made for round 2, sometime this summer.