An exchange occurs at summer's end in eastern Long Island: an exodus of tourists, an entrance of serious anglers. The enormous migration of marine life in late September and October (birds aren't the only ones heading south for the winter) brings salt-water fly-fishers like author Peter Kaminsky to Montauk Point. In The Moon Pulled Up an Acre of Bass, Kaminsky reminisces about a glorious October at Montauk Point, with bass blitzes by day and haute cuisine by night.
Kaminsky, a New York Times columnist who writes for both Field & Stream and Food & Wine magazines, skimps neither on the fishing details nor on the meals. Between nuanced explanations of fly-casting technique for salt-water as opposed to freshwater fishing, Kaminsky teases us with blasé asides on what he is eating: one night pan-roasted bass fillet with a sauce of tarragon, green peppercorns, honey, lemon juice, and salt (devoured with two bottles of wine); other nights flaked bluefish with lemon and vinegar; arroz con pollo; assorted juicy meats, onions, and garlic.
The fishing scene itself is as you might expect: serious, often cantankerous anglers and fishing guides; long droughts interrupted by a sudden exhilarating "bass blitz" or "albacore fix"; and alternately sound and sketchy theories on optimal bait and fish location. As is often the case with those gone fishing, there is a resounding sense there is no place on earth the anglers would rather be. Except, perhaps, at the dinner table. (Brenn Jones)