Who is Stan Kuzia ? - Striper Talk Striped Bass Fishing, Surfcasting, Boating

Raven · 02-13-2006, 07:13 AM

but if he likes to talk in familiar surroundings....someone should sit down with him and tape record what he has to say....

then that transcript can be typed into S_B.....it would be a real shame
for all that knowledge that he currently has to be lost...

he has as much facinating fishing knowledge than just plugs memorabilia.

memory is sorta like a pile of wet oak leaves ....can't see to the bottom of the pile but slowly but surely you can peel back layers exposing more and more leaves (memories)....underneath.

Skitterpop · 02-13-2006, 07:42 AM

Once Angler #1 brought him to a breakfast at the Chicken Ranch....didn`t get to talk much then but just knew he was someone special. Didn`t have a clue by his name.

Later that same year I`m hiking back from the mouth of an estuary and see him light tackle spinning with Fin S in the channel. I said ... excuse me but aren`t you Stan.... he lit up and and like many in that age stage a wealth of knowledge poured out.

This guy is in his eighties and he had hiked down (not easy walking in the sand and rocks) and was quietly casting. One of the things he told me (I mentioned Steve Shiraka because I`ve read Flap speaking of him) and he lit up again.... was that Steve was the best fly fisherman he had ever seen... in his long life, considering who he was and who he had known and fished with, I thought this was quite a statement.

What an amazing person Stan is. I was mesmerized and touched more than I could understand.

I met some kings, princes, and famous people through one job I did years ago and meeting Stan was my highlight.

Tagger is someone who knows a lot more about Stan and really clicks with him.

Tagger · 02-13-2006, 04:39 PM

Stans real tight with Angler #1 ,, I was introduced to Stan on a beach years ago and he gave me a casting lesson . That was the end of it.. Years later I'm sending Carl plugs and he happens to get a box one night while Stan is at his house .. (They play cribbage one night a week ) Next thing I know Stan wants to meet me again . Take it from there.. He's great . A living legend. Salt air surrounds him all the time.. Him and Carl together make me feel like a teenager .. I really appreciate, respect , admire these elders.. The Holy Grail ..

justplugit · 02-13-2006, 04:46 PM

Tagger, was he the thin white haired gentleman with the mustache?

Tagger · 02-13-2006, 05:17 PM

No mustache...

Flaptail · 02-13-2006, 06:33 PM

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Originally Posted by Tagger

No mustache...

Not too thin either.

about 15 yearsago I was fishing the Old Harbor Creek in Sandwich ( this was in my other life as a strictly Saltwater Flyfisher, don't hold that against me) I bumped into Stanley and lamented the lack of bigger fish in the creek. He said "do you want to see the bigger fish"? Of course I replied in the positive and in a pinch he was off and I was in hot pursuit ( he in his late 60's then) across the marsh on the boardwalk. He stops and just jumps off onto the marsh, maybe six feet down. Pretty neat I thought for an "old Guy". I went right after him and follwed him along the bank until we came to a fairly large pool that was four feet deep at low tide, which it was. It was October and about ten in the morning. "Here he said, look down there". I did and almost passed out, there were 30 to forty 15 to 30 pound fish swimming around in the pool like an aquarium. He told me I wouldn't catch any while they were there but if I went back at night at a certain point in the tide at another place downcreek I could catch them and he was absolutely right.

I have had the pleasure to fish with him many times and had him at Monomoy several times and one day we both will never forget there.
One of the best and most knowledgable fisherman alive today as far as Cape Cod Stripers go. My most fond memory is of him watching me flyfishing Scorton one year the day after Thanksgiving when the shad were in the creek. I was on every cast and the hens were leaping like baby tarpon. He could not get into where I was but he stood on the bank high above me and rooted me on like a coach in the big game. He could see them from up above and he would yell out where to cast and place the fly. He said he really enjoyed just watching me. He also said some really kind things about my ability ( which has never been close to his and never will be)