This past Saturday, I hit the water with the Peper brothers, Eric and Harold. We left the dock at 5:00 a.m., hoping to get in on an early striper bite, but the fish had other plans. We worked Plum Gut and The Race hard, covering plenty of water and trying just about everything we could think of, but came up empty. After striking out offshore, we headed inshore and I stopped at a few of my usual summer spots along the way. Other than a handful of sand sharks, there wasn't much