Striper Log 1998

August 2 (Sun.)

My folks had finally arrived home from their 6-week jaunt around the Northwest corner of the country. Timing and weather prevented them from getting out on the new boat prior to their leaving on their vacation. We headed out for a late afternoon trip, hoping to miss the weekend traffic, and have the seas lay down for us. Well, we missed the traffic. The seas averaged only about one foot, but the occasional two footers made it a bit more bumpy that I would have liked for them. We just proceeded at a more leisurely pace, and they had fun.

We were right about slack tide, so I took my time, knowing that fishing wouldn't be productive until the tide started moving again. We got to "Secret Spot" just as the tide went slack. I hesitated to even put a line in the water as another boat was carefully watching us, moving very slowly past the area. I certainly did not want to let him see a fish caught here. The spot is too small. Best to try to keep it secretive as long as possible.

The wind started to move us a little during slack, so I put on an eel and dropped it down. Just then, the other boat of fishermen came back by. I ignored them as my wife and my folks waved. We certainly didn't look like serious fishermen in their eyes, so they kept going.

Not long after they had gotten out of sight, I hooked the first fish. I promptly landed a beautiful 38½ inch Striper that weighed 21 lbs.-10 oz. My folks were amazed, and amused, as our dog Zack got all excited and was all over the fish, licking furiously. They couldn't stop laughing!

A couple more bites on that drift, then I moved slightly to one of my other nearby marks. As we drifted back over the spot, and the arrival alarm on the G.P.S. sounded, I had a bite. I immediately suggested that it felt like a big fish, and acted like one, in that it hit as I was dropping the bait to sound the bottom. Sure enough, it turned out to be my third largest of the year. A 43 inch fish that weighed 29 lbs.-6 oz.

Again, my folks were amazed and amused. They had a blast. Pen had decided not to fish, so she stood by with the dog and netted the fish. My folks enjoyed the clear view of Long Island, and the sun setting over the horizon. We got to see the fire red reflection of the setting sun in the windows of buildings on Long Island.

I ended up boating one more short Striper, and a little Blue. We had used all our fish up at a picnic Saturday, so we kept the first Striper, and the Blue. We took our time heading back to Clinton harbor, and my folks found it very interesting how we navigated the channel in the darkness.

A great day on the water with family. It was nice to have been fortunate enough that in an hour and a half of fishing, I came off looking like a pro for my Mom and Dad. Good day!

August 7 (Fri.)

I finally made good on a promise to take Robert Williams out on the boat and show him how I fish for Stripers. He nearly didn't make it due to automotive difficulties, but I assured him that if he could still somehow get to the ramp by 8:00 P.M., that Al and I would come back in and pick him up.

After talking from a cell phone to a cell phone for a couple hours, he finally made it. Coming back in at 8:00 P.M. was not really detrimental to the fishing since high tide wasn't till 11 P.M. We introduced ourselves, having previously only spoken via the internet, e-mail, and a couple of times on the phone.

Al and I tried to get his terminal tackle set up for our style of fishing as we worked our way out through the channel. We headed straight for Southwest Reef for our first stop. The tide was really ripping due to the full moon being only one day away. Not even a bite though.

We were all hoping that the full moon would make for a better than average outing, but it was not to be. From there we ran in to Duck Island where we fished some fine looking structure, but again without a hit.

As the tide finally began to slow, we ran over to "Secret Spot." I not only wanted to save this spot for the most likely time of good fishing, but also to be there well after dark to prevent my passenger Robert from getting any land bearings that might allow him to find the area during daylight, should he ever happen to bring his boat up here to fish these waters off Clinton and Westbrook.

It sounds selfish, but you have to be to preserve such small areas which could quickly be destroyed, should the masses find out where they are.

As luck would have it, the fish finally turned on, but almost as quickly as it began, the fun was over. They developed lock jaw before the tide ever came to a stop.

I thought the full moon was supposed to be one of the best times to fish, but it hasn't proven to be so for me yet. Al and I each caught one small keeper, both of which were 32 inches.

Fortunately, Robert had a good trip. Thank goodness. He was beginning to wonder whether or not my fish stories were really "Fish Stories."

First he caught a 34-inch fish. Then he caught his biggest Striper ever. A 41 inch fish that weighed 28 pounds. Nice and fat, and he was thrilled. He capped the evening off by putting a 31-inch fish in the boat.

Robert was happy to have had his best Striper fishing trip ever, while Al and I considered it mediocre, to only have five keepers cross our gunwales.

August 21 (Fri.)

Headed out with Al again. We finally came to understand that what we were seeing on the depth sounder in one certain area of the channel were, in fact, Hickory Shad. My friend Tom told me he had seen people catching loads of them a few days earlier.

I armed myself with a fresh water spinning rod and a herring rig, while Al tipped his outfit with a Shad dart. In just under an hour we put 13 Shad in the live well for bait.

We encountered a very fast tide, and less than aggressive Stripers. We ended up with more pots and tangles than anything else. The fast tide would spin the Shad around the line on the way to the bottom, creating a tangled mess.

Without much success on the Shad, we switched back to eels as the tide eventually slowed at about 9 P.M. Al just had one of those nights. Even after switching back to eels, he got one eel knot after another, and caught nothing but shorts the entire night.

The only keeper he had on came during a double, and by the time I freed my fish from the net, and readied to net his fish, the hook pulled loose. That seldom happens with circle hooks, but like I said, he was having one of those nights.

Al's string of nearly two full seasons, consisting of eleven trips of having boated a keeper Striper every trip, came to an end. The first and only time he was ever skunked.

I boated six Stripers, but all small, of which three were keepers. They measured mere 29, 29, and 34 inches. Where did all the quality fish go? I guess it's that time of the season. Last year I went through a similar stretch with a lot of small fish as well. Hopefully the bigger fish will start showing back up soon.

August 23 (Sun.)

Pen and I (and Zack) headed out early in the morning, and caught only four Shad before heading out to fish. Headed straight to Secret Spot since the tide had just begun moving, making for ideal conditions.

With the seas flat, the sun just coming up, and the tide just starting back in, things went well for a change. Pen decided to just catch what UV rays made it through the hazy overcast sky, and left the fishing to me alone.

It didn't take long before it seemed like I had a hit or a fish almost every drift. The Shad proved a very productive bait, and were gone in no time at all. Then the eels continued to do the job.

We spent an hour or so seeking Porgies down at Cranes in vain during peak tide. Then we ran back to "S.S." as it slowed a little again.

I continued right where I left off, with loads of action. Every little bump we hit produced fish. There was one lobster pot buoy in particular, that almost every time we got within 10 yards of it, I caught a fish.

Pen and I got so we could predict almost within seconds, when I would get a bite, by our position relative to that buoy.

Finally some better quality fish this trip as well. No real monsters, but good enough to make it a great day. I boated five keeper Stripers, two shorts, lost a couple little Blues along side the boat, and landed an eight-pound Blue.

I almost forgot. One of the more interesting events of the day. The very first fish of the day, taken on the first drift with a live Shad, pulled the hook right along side the boat, after a long battle. It was a good sized fish that was probably just under 40 inches.

Tired from the battle, it stayed at the surface, even though it was now free. I hollered at Pen, who had the net ready, "Get it, get it!", as it drifted closer to the boat.

As she went to slip the net under the fish, she was not quite close enough, and bumped it on the head. That was all it took for that fish to realize it should be elsewhere, and down it shot.

So strongly in fact, that it was hard to believe that only seconds before it looked so lethargic, we wondered if it would make it. No problem.

We released all the Stripers without trouble, and kept just the one Blue. The five keepers measured 39", 39", 38", 35", & 35". All quality fish.

We were done fishing by noon, after a very successful morning on the Sound. What a difference a couple days makes. It seems that evening trips have been disappointing lately, so I think I'll concentrate on getting out mornings instead as long as they continue to produce.

August 30 (Sun.)

Early morning with just me and the dog. We arrived at the ramp at 4:50 A.M. I backed a little too far into the water and damn near launched the boat by itself.

I was ready to run around the truck and down the dock to jump in when it realized it had stopped, and I could simply walk the trailer and climb in. Phew! I wanted to be in deep enough to drive it off easily, but not THAT easily! So, the feet got a little wet. Stuff happens. Minor inconvenience.

Got everything settled and Zack and I headed out into the darkness. It was nearly 45 minutes before it became light enough to catch Shad.

They started to bite when they could finally see the bait, about a half hour before sunrise, as the sky began to lighten. I had only gotten four, when hordes of fishermen came rushing into the river, trying to catch bait for the big Bluefish tournament that was taking place this weekend.

The traffic put an abrupt end to the Shad fishing, so I headed out to fish. Very slow tide this week. I have got to learn to understand the apogee and perigee tides. So different.

Mediocre success. Lots of bites, but probably Blues and short Stripers again. I did manage one 34-inch Striper though. I also caught two nice sized Blues.

I hesitated to weigh them since I wasn't registered for the tournament, and would hate to think I might have a fish that was in contention to place.

I heard a lot of people on the VHF radio telling tales of woe, and slow fishing. I stayed through the entire tide. I even ran a few miles to two different spots before heading back to old reliable "Secret Spot," where although I had a few more bites, no fish.

Heard someone saying they were catching big Blues in mid Sound. Another gent said he caught a 19-pound Blue off Duck Island, followed by an immediate wisecrack over the radio of, "You better thaw it out before you weigh it in!" I chuckled to myself at the quick wit.

Eventually, with boredom setting in and nothing but small bites, I weighed the Blues. One was 11#-12 oz., and the other was 12#-11 oz. Good fish, but probably not money fish.

I called it a day as the tide slowed just before 11 A.M. Hopefully good weather will continue. Next weekend is Labor Day weekend, so there will be plenty of traffic again. I think early morning will be the best bet. Next week there will be more pleasure boaters, who don't show up until a little later in the morning. Not like the hordes of boats all at the crack of dawn today. Hopefully.

Sept. 13 (Sun.)

Hit the water at 6:00 A.M. with Al and Tom Bishop on his first time aboard. We spent the first hour chasing Hickory Shad and only got two.

We finally came to the realization that the eels would have to do, and headed out to fish. Al lost his Shad to a bite on the first drift at Secret Spot, then I pulled the same trick on the next drift.

On the third drift we had three eels in the water, and had a triple hookup. Tom and I each landed ours, and Al had his fish break off. His line looked as though it had been gnawed through by a Blue, even though Tom and I both landed Stripers.

Fishing slowed immediately, and we took off to try to find more productive waters. No luck. After trying three separate spots with the same results, nothing, so we headed back to Secret Spot for the tide shift as it slowed down.

The fishing really turned on, but we were out of luck. Or more correctly, out of bait.

Al and Tom each lost an eel to a fish as I landed a Striper. With the final eel, I boated two more Stripers before the eel finally came off the hook.

We watched as a fellow we know was catching two and three at a time in a boat right next to us. Our downfall had been the Blues. Even though we boated four or five nice Blues, we saw them take a number of both hooks and eels that were intended for Stripers.

Final tally for the day: Tom had 1 Striper that measured 32 inches, and a 35-inch Blue along with a couple smaller Blues; myself, four Stripers of 30, 40½, 34, and 37 inches; Al, no Stripers, but a couple Blues.

Sept. 19 (Sat.)

Although this was intended as a Porgie trip with Pen and our dog Zack, it ended with an event notable enough to be included here. We used both clams and sandworms as bait, and chummed heavily while anchored at Crane Reef.

We moved around the reef looking for fish several times with little success. Finally we found fish in deeper water off the leading edge of the reef and they started to bite.

I had only one, and Pen had just caught two bigger Porgies when the Blues showed on the surface. Not only did the Porgies vanish, but we never even had another Cunner take a worm, and they always bite. Well, until the Bluefish come around, as we found out.

I put on a popper and caught three Blues amidst the flurry. They were pushing a small bait fish about two to three inches long, completely out of the water. The Blues themselves were also going completely airborne, putting on quite a show.

Even the dog was awed watching the Blues jump completely out of the water. It was fun to watch.

As usual, I find it impossible to spend a day on the water without at least trying briefly for Stripers. So, we stopped briefly at Secret Spot on the way in.

Four drifts, two on one bump and two on another, and I boated two Stripers. One fish was 37 inches and the other was 39 inches.

Not bad for 20 minutes of fishing. A great way to top off the evening.

Sept. 18 (Sun.)

Al and I hit the water early in the morning and worked for bait. I could only manage to snag a couple of Bunker, but Al caught close to a dozen or so Hickory Shad on his Shad dart.

Another disappointing trip. The sea conditions were horrendous. Though the forecast was for seas of one to 2 feet, with winds of 10 to 15 knots, the seas were actually two to 4 feet, with a few really big waves mixed in.

Al actually began getting sea sick. Lots of Bluefish bites, but no Striper on the fresh bait. This is highly unusual.

Again, we worked numerous areas, but all for naught. Finally the seas laid right down to almost flat, and the wind subsided.

During that break, and even after switching over to eels, all I could boat was one 30" fish. One for the tally sheet, but nothing to boast about. Al caught none.

About an hour after the time the weather gave us a break, the wind picked right back up. We both knew that we didn't want to be out any longer in the kind of seas that we went through this morning.

Disgusted and disappointed, we left the water by mid day.

Sept. 25 (Sun.)

Again Al and I hit the water early and tried for bait. Finally, the wind was light enough to throw my cast net.

I let Al maneuver the boat towards where the bait fish were breaking, and I threw the net. To the amazement of both of us, I caught about a half dozen Bunker.

I struggled to get the fish out of the net, never having done this before. We finally, and as hurriedly as possible, got the fish out of the net and into the bait well, filled the well with water, and tried again.

I readied the net as Al moved us into position for another throw towards the breaking bait. I guess the practice in the yard paid off, as I got another nice round throw.

This time I pulled up about a dozen bait. I tried a different technique in freeing the bait from the net, and it worked like a charm.

We were able to ready ourselves for another attempt in no time. I had Al move us to a spot at the edge of where we could see bait, and made another throw.

I was questioning whether or not we had gotten close enough to the school, when I could begin to feel fish struggling in the net as I pulled it tight.

The biggest haul yet. There must have been a dozen and a half fish in the net, all 12 inches long or better. It was actually a bit difficult to lift. It was so heavy.

Again I successfully freed the bait quickly. We laughed aloud as we flung the fish into the bait well, and I put the net away.

A few quick buckets full of water to wash the little jellyfish and debris off the deck, and we got under way.

Never before had we gotten so much bait in so little time. Well, that was about as exciting as the day got.

We lost plenty of hooks and bait to Blues while landing a couple, but the Stripers were once again scarce.

Al caught one while using just the head of a Bunker. I caught one short Striper while using some sort of a small bait fish that I couldn't identify.

It looked like a Snapper Blue, but less fork in the tail, and the back was an iridescent green. I'll have to look it up somewhere.

We persisted until about 3:00 in the afternoon, but no more fish. This is supposed to be a very productive time of year. I don't know what's going on.

This is only my third year of Striper fishing, and still have a lot to learn about these fish.

Sept. 20 (Sun.)

I took Tom Bishop and his wife Patty out for a day of Striper Fishing. It was Patty's first time. Pen had intended to go, but passed at the last second.

We skipped the attempt at live bait and headed straight for Secret Spot, knowing that Tom Samal and Co. would already be working the area.

We arrived to find Tom had just started and was experiencing moderate success. I put my guests to work and tried to fish, but their success kept me playing mate instead of fishing.

Patty landed the first fish of the day almost immediately. A beautiful first Striper ever that measured 35 inches and turned out to be tagged as well.

We later found out it was tagged in Delaware in 1993 at 25 inches. Interesting.

Then Tom boated the next fish. A monster 42 inch Striper that weighed 27 pounds, and was his biggest to date by far. He wore his smile the rest of the day, and probably well into the work week. He deserved to be proud.

Then they each took turns landing both Blues and Stripers. We had several double hook ups, but I can't recall the individual outcome of each.

After only 45 minutes or so, Patty remarked that they could only keep one more Striper before they had their limit of four for the day, and hoped not to catch it right away because she wanted to stay out longer.

After another three or four drifts without a bite she was calling the fish to bite, wondering aloud why they weren't. Tom and I had a chuckle as she realized her contradiction.

Tom Samal had to point out again and again, each time our boats passed, that while my guests were doing well, the captain still had not yet boated a fish.

As if that wasn't a big enough dig, he put a "HUGE" 45 inch Striper into the boat that was estimated, though unconfirmed, to weigh approximately 40 pounds.

Not long after that the fishing slowed, and Tom Samal had to get home early, so he said goodbye and headed in.

We ran around to a couple other spots briefly, then returned to our starting point for the slower tide. Patty landed her second keeper Striper, and finally it was my turn.

I ran off a quick string of four keeper Stripers in a very short period. We called it a day with a cooler full of fish.

Patty ended up with two Stripers of 35 & 40 inches. Tom had three of 42, 32, & 28 inches. I finished with four of 37, 35, 37 & 38 inches.

Tom and Patty both landed Blues but I lost count of how many, but I believe Tom's biggest Blue was about 12+ pounds.

Tom and Patty went home thinking that they had found a new sport, and running the possibility of a boat purchase in their not too distant future through their minds.

I hope they take their time, choose wisely and prudently, and find a good used boat for their first attempt at boating. Once you've owned one for a few seasons, you develop a better sense for your usage habits, and what features you like and or dislike, before enduring the expense of new.

I ran a boat for many years, then spent about six months in research before I bought my new boat. Nothing is perfect, so you have to decide where you are willing to compromise, and which features are most important to your particular needs and style. I wish them the best.

Sept. 26 (Sat.)

Weather reports forced a last minute decision to fish on Saturday afternoon, rather than Sunday this week. It looked like our best shot at decent weather.

It took a few hours to track down my fishing partner Al, but with some help, I found him. He had made a commitment to spend the evening with another friend for dinner, and didn't want to back out of his commitment, but he said he would call and get a feel for the situation.

About a half hour later, Al called and said that not only he, but our long time friend Jim Miller had gotten into the good graces of his wife, and would be joining us as well.

Jim is an extremely accomplished and successful fresh water Bass fisherman. I knew his excellent touch would make for a seamless transition to the salt, with just a brief description of the technique, and a few tips.

Well the weather was neither great nor poor. The fishing fell into a similar category this day as well.

I fared the most poorly, with not a single keeper Striper landed. Jim did well for his first trip. He boated a 33 inch Striper, and a couple nice Blues as a bonus.

Al had far and away the better day, as he not only caught a few Blues himself, but caught keeper Stripers of 42, 37, and 34 inches.

We had to work hard for the fish, with the wind direction giving us less than accurate drifts. The fish were spread out over the course of the afternoon, with no particular hot spell to speak of.

None the less, we had an enjoyable trip. We are all looking forward to getting this threesome together again some time.

Oct. 4 (Sun.)

Took Pen out for what will probably be her last trip of the season. It's getting a bit chilly out there now, and she hates the cold.

Our aim this day was Porgies, and we headed straight to Crane Reef. As we passed "Secret Spot," I saw Dave G. fishing for Stripers. I inquired as to his success and he told me that he and his party had caught a few Blues, but not a single Striper.

He said that Tom Samal was also on the water, and experiencing similar woes. I caught up with Tom just outside Crane's, and got the same story first hand.

Penny and I then headed in to anchor up. No sooner did I drop our chum pot filled with clam chum, immediately followed by our baited lines, that we started catching fish.

We fish this exact spot successfully two weeks earlier with a tally of 22 keeper Porgies, and it looked even more promising today.

Pen did a number on me, as she out fished me by about two to one. We never went more than a few minutes when she wasn't fighting another fish.

The breeze did make for a chilly day, but since she was doing so well, we hung in there. We called it a day as the fishing slowed a bit, and counted 33 Porgies once we got home.

On the way back in, I of course had to drop a line briefly for Stripers, even though the word from both Dave and Tom via the radio, was that they both ended the day without a single Striper between the two boats.

Not a good sign. I made only four or five half hearted drifts, and gave it up myself. There will be other days, though this season is quickly winding down.

Not much time left now. I'll try to stretch the season as long as the fish stay, and weather permits.

Oct. 16 (Fri.)

Finally got the opportunity to fish with my Striper fishing mentor Tom Samal once again. We both left work at mid day and met at my house with a 1:30 P.M. departure time planned.

Preparations came off without a hitch, and we left on time. We were on the water in Clinton harbor by 2:30.

The first matter at hand was to try to get live bait. Even though we had plenty of eels on board, we could not forget the phenomenal success we had experienced last year at this time using fresh Bunker.

I had brought my new and as of yet untried cast net on board hoping to get the opportunity to see if the back yard throwing practice would pay off.

The wind, however, was much too strong to try to throw it, so it stayed in the bucket.

Tom had brought his gill net with us too, so we set it up in an area out of the main channel, and in a spot that had provided him with bait in the past.

While we waited for fish to swim into the net, we threw Bunker hooks hoping to snag a few. Both methods produced bait, so we headed out to fish with about a dozen and a half fresh Bunker, and one or two Hickory Shad.

The fishing was extremely disappointing. Especially when we failed to catch any fish on the "Striper candy," as we refer to the Bunker.

We tried all of our favorite spots with no success. Tom finally switched over to an eel, and eventually landed a keeper fish at Secret Spot, that measured 35 inches.

Numerous drifts later he boated a 28-inch fish. Eventually the sun hit the horizon and our hopes arose again. Once again we were let down.

We persisted a while longer and finally, once the daylight had completely faded, I had a short run on success.

I had three drifts in a row that I had bites, and boated fish on the first two. The first fish measured 34 inches and the second was a hefty 39½ inch fish.

The next several drifts passed by without so much as another bite, so we called it a day, and headed in.

Nov. 8 (Sun.)

Al and I hit the water to see some tiny bait breaking right at the dock, and that was it. We found nothing in the river. Neither Bunker nor Hickory Shad.

We spoke to one other fisherman who only caught 1 Shad himself. The wind had persisted for over a week straight, which prohibited us from getting out last weekend.

Maybe the wind and cold nights had finally pushed the bait South. The water had dropped from 58½ degrees two weeks ago, to 52½ degrees today.

Supposedly, when the bait leaves, so do the Stripers. We headed out with our eels anyway.

As we approached the end of the channel, we saw hundreds of birds swarming over the water. I headed over to try to let Al have some fun with a surface plug to catch some Blues.

I couldn't understand why they wouldn't hit the plug, even with a good cast well into the school.

The birds were much thicker over a hundred yards or so, as the school of fish moved. This time I motored quietly right into them.

The surface of the water looked and sounded as if it were boiling as the feeding fish and bait hit the surface.

Since this was going on within a couple of feet of the side of the boat, I could finally see that they were schoolie Stripers ranging roughly from 12 to 18 inches, chasing two to 3-inch long bait fish that I couldn't identify.

Once I realized this, I switched Al's lure from the plug to a chrome Rattle Trap. He immediately began to catch one every cast.

I used his little fresh water rod with a Shad dart, and caught a few myself. What a battle on light tackle.

We decided that although this was fun, we should head out to catch the start of the tide in search of the bigger fish.

This day proved no different than the last few trips. We hooked up with two big Blues at the same time, lost plenty of eel tails, and never caught a keeper Striper.

At one point we saw the birds working a school of fish near Duck Island, and decided to chase them again for a while, to at least have a little fun.

We both lost the lures we were using and the replacements we tied on were not the same colors, and fared poorly.

At least we had fun for a while. We ran back out to try for the big boys again, but didn't find any.

The wind was a bit stiffer than expected, but off shore, keeping the waves down. It did make for less than desirable drifts though.

While this may well have been Al's final trip for the season due to a commitment next Sunday, I hope to get out at least one or two more times.

I will probably buy bait for Blackfish, but spend the first couple hours looking for any remaining Stripers before dropping anchor. Lets hope this isn't it. With no bait in the river, it may well be though.

SYNOPSIS 1/5/99

Well, I'm finally getting around to finalizing this log. I've already finished a successful pheasant hunting season with Zack, and may make the first ice fishing trip this coming weekend.

The Striper season certainly over as of my last entry. Pen and I made one last Blackfish trip that went afoul due to motor problems, which have since been resolved.

I see occasional reports of guys still catching a few big Stripers in the Sound, but with my limited experience, can't find those few remaining fish this late in the year.

Something else to work on next year.

All in all, it was a fabulous year. Everyone, including both Pen and our dog Zack, enjoyed fishing out of the new boat.

Al has come a long way towards becoming an outstanding fisherman, as well as mate. Fishing with him lends to a comfortable and competent feeling.

Al and I took two long time buddies out with us this year, and introduced them to Striper fishing. With Al and I as Captain, guides, and mate, our inexperienced guests always fared well.

I had my most productive season ever. I ended the season having caught a total of 55 keeper Stripers, eleven of which were 40 inches or over.

The largest was 44 inches and weighed 34 pounds. A lot of very good quality fish this season, but I still have yet to catch that elusive 40 pounder.

One of these days...ONE OF THESE DAYS...

To Be Continued...
Spring of '99...