Here is a picture of my son, standing next to a local fishing sharpie who I hire to make sure we catch fish when out with clients, as we were this day. Another great fishing smile. Also a funny fish story about my son. When he was very young, he caught his first striper (about 32"). I went to the taxidermist with him and ordered a mount for his wall. Sure enough, when we got the mount back, that 38" striper is still prominently displayed today on his wall. Wonder how it came back that size--that's what dad's are for.