The Moon Pulled Up an Acre of Bass: A Flyrodder's Odyssey at Montauk Point

While fishing off Montauk Point in the autumn, Peter Kaminsky watched the moon rise and as it did, an acre of silver-sided striped bass came to the surface of the sea. Acting on the advice of another angler, Zane Grey, who said "Some dreams, even those of a fisherman, come true," the author took a month off from harried city life and flyfished every day in the midst of the world's greatest wildlife migration: the parade of fish and whales, butterflies and birds past Montauk Point. This is the story of a man's love affair with Montauk in the fall, after the crowds and celebrities have left eastern Long Island. It is the story of an ocean teeming with life, and the people drawn to it: obsessed anglers, jealous guides, dedicated scientists, and the local people who have lived off the bounty of these waters for generations. But above all it is a story of a man's basic love of people and nature, one that will appeal to the many fans of Kaminsky's "Outdoors" column in the New York Times, and his frequent work in Food & Wine, as well as anyone hungering for fine writing.