Though there were some bunker milling around and lots of silversides darting about the edges, it seemed like the stripers were doing redfish stuff... they weren't tailing, but there were lots of wakes and swirls in about two feet of water. I'm not sure what they were chasing, but it doesn't really matter because the popper was getting whacked.
Fish number eight was my biggest... not just of the day either, this was my biggest striper to date at 32 inches! Still not a big striper, but large enough to do some serious knuckle busting. It fought very stubbornly. I could have hooked and landed three 28 inch fish in the time time it took me to land her.
The last seven fish were all small schoolies. A few of them were attacked by bigger bass on the way in. My day was unfortunately cut short before I could connect with one of those behemoths. That's OK...
cuz I'll be back.