When I was twelve, I had it in my head that striped bass feed best when the weather is downright rotten. So every weekend in the fall, I would pray for rain and walk from my family's boat to the bridge nearby and cast plugs. I had no idea what I was doing and I'm sure the water was two feet deep. Never caught one. Next July, I cast a single squid strip behind the boat in the marina, go out to lunch, and come back to find my bass on the line. I know it counts, but it just wasn't the way I wanted it.