Friday was nasty in the morning! Three generations aboard, my grandfather, my dad, my brother and I. The game plan was to troll around Cape Charles, but that idea usually degenerates into running around looking for birds. The south winds made it too bad to run south (80 year olds don't like bumps) so we went straight across to the bottom end of the cut channel. We marked tons of fish at 60 feet, so the mojos and stretches went out and the fly rod stayed in the gunnel, but I knew I'd get my chance. Heard a lot on the radio about Windmill point, so we headed over there and trolled some more with no results. I beg to head south near Wolf Trap, and because the wind had mostly laid down, we did. We found a big flock of birds and a massive school of stripers all too ourselves. My dad, grandfather and brother tended the trolling rods in the back while I cast up at the front. I caught my biggest striper on a fly so far- 26". It was the biggest one caught that day, the rest ran from 20-26". I still don't understand the appeal of a broomstick with a winch attached to it. I wish I could convert them!