How did we survive before Murdoch Ran the WS Journal?
July 26, 2010
First of all, don’t believe anything you read in this surf fishing article from the Wall Street Journal. There are NO FISH in Montauk. Not now; Not ever. They’re all in Jersey. I swear. Please tell ALL your friends.
Freddie "The Eel": He only comes out at night. (Photo by Jack Yee)
Furthermore, the author took some liberties with Fred Kalkstein’s nickname. It is “Freddie The Eel”. That’s a shame, too. Because while Melnyk gets all the press, Freddie gets all the fish. The BIG fish. He used to live on my street in Amagansett and, back in the day, we’d chase schools of bluefish together on the sandy beaches. But then the quest for big bass became a jihad for Freddie and he went native. For years now, Freddie ONLY fishes at night and ALONE. He actually had a live-eel tank installed into a new beach house he had constructed some years back. Freddie never tells anyone exactly where he fishes. We all know the general vicinity: The rocky southside beaches that stretch from Ditch Plains east of the village of Montauk to the moors approaching the old Air Force radar station and the lighthouse. But the precise rock where Freddie perches and casts and catches is a well kept secret. Pound for pound, cast for cast, Freddie outfishes everyone.
Down with skishing!! That’s no way to catch fish.
Now, now….be loving. To each his own. We even endorse “swishing”!