THE STRANGER OF OLD BARNEGAT
Jan 21, 2019
2 minutes
By Joe Cermele
PHOTOGRAPH BY JIM GOLDEN
“I SWUNG BACK ON THE ROD AND HEARD THE STRIPER THRASHING ON THE SURFACE. I HAD NEVER BEEN SO NERVOUS FIGHTING A FISH.”
e had scratched again. Six hours of throwing plugs and metals in the New Jersey surf that began in the cold, pre-dawn dark—and not a tap. This wasn’t the first time my friend Chris Foster and I had failed to beach
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