In preparation for a fishing trip with Craig and his daughter Bland, I went to Fergy  at 1:30 p.m. because they were coming at 4 p.m.. The idea was to find a place where Bland could catch some stripes and lots of them. I had heard of a culvert with running water and knew several other places where luck had been had in the past but I needed to solidify a plan.  The second place I went blew the scouting trip wide open as I caught a 5 – 2 on about the second cast. A 4 -14 came next and then a 3 3/4 and a couple just under 3. All were on a DT -10. I got back on the stripe quest but black bass kept trying to divert my attention, including one more 4 pounder. I caught 10 before 4:30 when I picked them up at the wharf. We went to  some good places but “THE” spot did not pan out.  Bland  caught some stripes but not one every cast as I had planned. Craig caught 2 black bass and a stripe or two as well as Bland catching some stripes. I caught Bland. In making one of my hero casts, the bait landed in a tree. When I pulled it out it came whizzing back and I heard it hit Bland. Thank goodness it stuck in shorts only and no flesh. When the bait got hung up after that, she was noticeably nervous, and I can’t blame her.  The FOD.