It was just a dream. Or was it? America’s greatest gamefish haunts our dreams.
America’s Striped bass ranges thousands of miles to get to our back doors, and has seduced inhabitants of North America for a millennia. Now, in a world with more complicated threats than just a hook thrown from shore, they persevere on. The only fish willing to meet us in deep oceans, shallow estuaries, sand flats, island beaches, ponds, rivers, stormy waves and jetties is an angling hero. She moves under dark rocks at midnight, on white flats to challenge a fly rod and light tackle, and island currents for boats with manic captains. With beauty, strength, aggression and abandon she meets us on her journey, and only asks that we work as hard to find her as she does to migrate up and down the North American coast. There is not just one way to catch her, and that’s what makes her special. The more we realize that, the more we can join together and help save her to ensure even higher numbers make our children stay up at night dreaming about how to track her down.
Who ran the coast?
Too much time on the water? Try to walk away. No sleep? Try to think of something else. These anglers couldn’t. They all are joined by one passion that takes up most of their waking hours. A cast of of “Striped Bass lifers” and guides including IGFA Striped Bass world record holder Greg Myerson, give their all to find and outwit Striped Bass from beaches to deep ocean shelves and clearwater flats. Greg traces the eureka moment that changed his life and the sport of striped bass fishing. Sea captains lose their minds in a blitz with waves moving in, and rock god Roger Waters joins us out of nowhere to get in on the action himself. From shallow water worm hatches in Rhode Island, biblical blitzes off of Long Island’s Montauk, and neurotic fish darting on white flats, we see the striped bass pursued in every way. And while often going without sleep or food or family, we learn what it takes to catch the most mysterious and adventurous fish in the Atlantic Ocean, and maybe something about ourselves as well.
The journey began in the Chesapeake Bay and took us a thousand miles north to Maine. All of it and the ragged stops in between are now the story of what every angler does to find their path to intersect the striped bass on it’s fabled migration.