Besides the hundred or so tires pried from the bottom of the Upper Delaware during last month’s annual “Get Trashed” river clean-up, something else emerged from the depths that day: reports of stripers – lots of them, and big ones, too. Guides in driftboats, tires piled four-deep in their bows, saw them holding in deeper pools, readily visible in the midday sun. So did volunteers in kayaks lugging garbage bags filled with plastic bottles, mismatched flip-flops, and other river jetsam.
Unicorns of midnight
by Stephen Sautner - Friday, Sep 12th, 2025