09/07/2024
When Tyler Austin Harper first took up the extreme sport of “wetsuiting,” the advice he received from another fisherman was simple: Don’t. https://theatln.tc/r2L5R4Kq
This form of saltwater fishing involves wearing a wetsuit and wading or swimming out to offshore rocks—almost exclusively at night and often during storms—to access deeper waters and faster currents where massive striped bass hopefully await. Catching these “stripers” requires dedication and sleep deprivation. “If this sounds insane, that’s because it is,” Harper writes. “Wetsuiters are all mad, and they always have been.”
Who exactly invented wetsuiting is a matter of substantial debate—but it’s generally agreed that by the early 1960s, a handful of these wetsuit-donning fishermen were swimming out into the churning surf off Montauk’s shores, hoping for a shot at the big one. Today, the tradition continues: “Most dedicated wetsuiters are out in the surf multiple nights a week,” Harper writes. “Some junkies log 100 or more nights a year.”
The sport is alluring and addictive. More than a few wetsuiters have lost marriages and jobs in their desperate quest for fish. Some have lost their lives. There’s also nothing like it: “When you feel the bracing hit of a 30- or 40-pound striped bass … and you’re trying to hold your rock and hold your rod and weather the sea that wants to claim you until suddenly, as if by magic, you see a tail the size of a broom head,” Harper writes, “in that moment, the months of pain are all worth it.”
Read the full story from the October issue of The Atlantic here: https://theatln.tc/r2L5R4Kq
🎨: Peter Fisher