I have been dreaming of a striper trip for at least five years. That dream started to materialize about two weeks ago. Jeremy had made his annual pilgrimage down to the Rhode Island surf and had a great outing. When he got back and contacted me, he said that the fish were present and also in good numbers. When the offer was extended to join him and his fellow fly fishing addicts for a long weekend on the flats and I had no choice but to capitalize on it. Obligations and priorities were set aside and trips to local fly shops for tying materials and last minute items were made. My bags were packed and my fishing buddy Nate and I were on the road by 6 pm on Thursday night, from Upstate New York, to maximize our time on the water. Jeremy and Headrush showed up at 8:00 am on Friday and we were knee deep in salt water by 8:30. The first spot we went to was truly amazing. The fish were everywhere and 15 minutes into it we had all landed our first striper of the trip. Nate and I were greenhorns as far as fishing the ocean goes, this was the first time we had ever cast a fly into salt. Friday night Jeremy’s partners in crime, Striper Mike, Louie and Pete made their appearance. Mike is one of the best fly casters I have ever had the pleasure of fishing with; he casts a fly rod like a well oiled, finely tuned machine. By the end of the first day we had fished several different places and landed countless stripers. I found great satisfaction in being able to adapt to a totally new environment and be successful. Saturday brought more of the same, countless fish and sore forearms. We tangled with many “keeper” Stripers, fish in the 30” class. Around 11:00 we headed to an inland trout stream for a couple hours and all got to play with browns, rainbows and brookies. The best of both worlds!