The End of Surfcasting

The Cape Cod Times has a sobering eulogy to the classic Cape Cod fall tradition of surfcasting from the beaches of the outer Cape for big striped bass. The cause of death? Seals. Too many of them.

Tony Stetzo, a guide and the former holder of the International Game Fish Association’s record for stripers — a 73 pound cow he caught off of Orleans’ Nauset Beach in the late fall of 1981 — said in the Times story: “It’s all done. Everybody knows it now,” said Stetzko, who said his fishing guide business has suffered from the decline.”

With the seal population tripled since 1999, surfcasting is all but useless to attempt on the backside beaches. I’ve had seals take hooked fish off my line before, and nothing is more discouraging than seeing a seal’s face bobbing in the waves, waiting for the angler to make its life easy by snaring a fish and holding it tight long enough to be snatched away. The pinnipeds are doing more than ruining the season for the legions of surfcasters who followed the fall run and set up camp from Provincetown to Chatham, pumping dollars in the shoulder season economy and enlivening the beaches with their four-wheel drive trucks and campers. This was a way of life that went back to the late 40s, when the Cape’s fishing was legendary and attracted anglers from around the northeast for a shot at a trophy-sized fish.

The beach driving has been cut way back due to the piping plover situation, and now the seals have all but shut the door on one of the Cape’s best off-season pastimes.

Add in the great white shark situation, the rising concern among town officials of how those sharks will affect tourism, and now the recreational fishermen pointing a finger and it doesn’t take much imagination to predict someone is going to call for some culling despite the presence of the Federal Marine Mammal protection act which has made it illegal to kill a seal and is the single reason the population has exploded.

I loved surfcasting back in the 90s when I first moved to the Cape year-round and was looking for an excuse to flee the family and find some wild peace and quiet under the stars standing in front of the big foaming ocean. A couple close calls with rogue waves and clumsy waders and I hung up my rod in the belief my life was worth more than a fish. As it turns out I hung it up before the curtain fell on the sport thanks to the seals. I guess nature will take its course and put things into equilibrium as word spreads through the great white social network that the table is set for fine dining on the beaches of Truro and Monomoy Island. One can only hope.

A great but obscure account of the golden era of Cape Cod surfcasting is Frank Daignault’s “Twenty Years of the Cape: My Time As a Surfcaster” – I highly recommend it.

Related is this cool auction of books about fall striper fishing on Rhode Island’s Block Island complete with a collection of the wooden plugs (lures) used in the early 80s. Proceeds benefit the American Littoral Association which conducts an excellent striper tagging program I used to participate in.

Author: David Churbuck

Cape Codder with an itch to write

One thought on “The End of Surfcasting”

  1. I can attest to great decline of the broad tailed linesides that once traveled the back beaches of the outer cape. Having fished these beaches for over 30 years I can attest to the sickening fact this fishery is in a steady decline. The last time I encountered fish over forty pounds was fall of September 2006.

    These beaches seem to be void of not only the great fish we have pursued but it also is void of the great fishermen that drove droopy eyed at 12psi in the coarse cape sand in pursuit.

    The beaches do not yield broad tailed silver monsters or even good tales of recent catches. The food chain along the cape has been reordered. The big bass have adjusted and have smartly moved off the main menu. The current special on the menu includes seals. My hope is this will cycle back given time to what once was. A time where schoolies bumped on every cast and cows arrived often as the tides waned, nicely bracketing the blitzes of shorts.

    There is nothing that quite compares to a night tide casting the back side in a southwest wind under a banana moon, bars working white. Every cast a unnatural super heightened awareness to any out of place bump on a black eel or the lightest of taps on a hand carved needlefish plug as it moved thru the tug of a left to right rip.

    The back beaches of the great cape will always represent more than a place for men to go fishing. It is a real place where heaven encounters earth. A place that the Creator Himself reveals much to us, His creation of His limitless majesty, power, and love.

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