World Class water, multiple fish over 20, doubles on several occasions, raw fingers, severe shoulder and elbow pain, a few broken rods, a couple broken hearts over fish that couldn’t be turned, really pissed off wives, rich hotel owners, scary low savings accounts, a new pipe tobacco habit, and I still can’t sleep for reliving every fish we caught or missed over and over in my head. Yup, it’s Striper season on the Cumby.

All fish caught on fly.