Now I've been told that there were no fish before, and I've gone out and had a great day and caught lots of fish. So...(Plus, what were we going to do, turn around and go home?)
"Well how much are the eels?" A dollar? That's less than half what we'd normally pay, so our plan morphed. We got ten eels.
the crabs are in the bag! |
The launch was pretty muddy at low tide. (Understatement) We dragged our kayaks through the grass and the mud and togged under the bridge for a while. After I lost one rig I gave up. The current was pretty strong, and I wanted to explore the area a little more. KGB and Steve stuck around the bridge a bit longer than me, but no-one had even a tap on the green crabs. I tried to tube-n-(gulp)worm for the next hour or so.
The current in front of the houses was ripping, and after the sun went down, we all met at a corner of the sedges where Steve and I switched to eel fishing. This is also where I probably dropped a headlamp that I had just bought. I was effectively cold and blind when the sun had fully set. despite this, we fished around the bridge with eels for about two more hours. Nothing was happening at all. KGB trolled a black bomber, nothing. His butt got wet, my butt was wet, and we were thoroughly discouraged.
I'd like to say that some good came of this trip. A new kayak fishing spot can be a great thing when circumstances call for it. The only explanation that makes any sense is from something The Muppet Movie Man said. He said that the water temperature had dropped very quickly in the bay, and it turned the bite off. So maybe under better, or even normal conditions it would be worth returning to N. Wildood, maybe....
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