I handed her a light spinning outfit with a sand-eel imitation, a 2-ounce jig head with a 6-inch silver plastic tail, along with some basic instructions. When she saw a bass swirl on the surface, she fired a cast that landed in the middle of the disturbance. The line came tight, she set the hook like a veteran and it was fish on. The fish put up a great fight on the 12-pound line and in a short while I leaned over the gunwale to lip a healthy 18-pounder. Over the next few hours, Ginger caught several more stripers on plastics and three trolled stretch plugs after the surface bite died, and she was all smiles despite the cold, gray day.