Hit the Gilliken's entrance just as the sun was setting, giving me just a few minutes of light to find a decent hole to set my gear. I was surprised to see as many trucks out there as I did tonight. Everyone's itching for the bass, and I don't blame them.
Finally got nestled in behind the bathing areas. Barely a breeze, water was calm, holding just fine with a 5'er on my hi-lo. First 3 casts resulted in the beaching of MAMMOTH sized skates.
Next cast, STRIPER! Hit the ruler just a shade under 28". If I would have squeezed the tail, I could have had dinner. Back to the drink she went. A few dogfish rounded out the night, before the shivering wife sent us on our way to air up and hit the bricks. A cold night, but a little action kept my mind well away from the weather.
