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8.31.11
A mile to the west and a half mile off the beach, a pod of
large stripers moves out of a dying tide rip, slowly
following the current, heading toward the surf.
The long surf rod is swept back to make the first cast
– but wait!
The salt air and sea beckoned, and in the early 1930s
Sergei moved to Long Island, where he joined the East
End Surf Fishing Club. From that time forward, the
angling world began hearing colorful tales of piscatorial
prowess, of strange homemade lures, of occult
nocturnal fishing trips, of an elusive foreign gentleman
who consistently beached big striped bass – always
while fishing alone.