With battle-ready gear and casts directed by muscle memory, Montauk’s solitary surfmen outlast the fair-weather crowds chasing stripers at the east end of Long Island, New York.
From New England to the Carolinas, this is the season of the surf. Everything is on the move – striped bass, bluefish, albies, red drum, hawks, bait of all denominations, storm after storm.
This is fall surf fishing, and you’d be crazy not to love it.
The fall migration lures legions of diehards into the suds, where they cast night and day for one last fish