The truth cannot be told. the truth must be told. On friday May 22 2015 I took an old friend out kayak fishing. This was something we had been talking about doing off and on for several years now, and the opportunity presented itself, so we took it.
First stop: cheese hoagies from Wawa. My small car with two kayaks is always a strange sight.
small car two kayaks |
IBSP has new sticker passes |
OK, then I realize my friend needed practice casting a spinning rod. His first attempt at casting went straight into the only tree around for miles. The amount of things that I take for granted, things that have become second nature to me, they are innumerable. I began to realize this, at first slowly, then quickly, as you will see later.
It was a pleasant day, a bit windy for a novice, but pleasant.
I prepared the rods and the boats. It took quite a while to get two set-ups ready. Such is the way of the guide.
Sedges |
We cast around the launch area for blues, but the wind kept blowing us back to the shore. Though I am used to this, I thought better of it in this situation, and made the decision to head to snake ditch where we cast from land with the wind.
I started paddling away and suggest to my friend to try to follow me because of the sandbars. I get ahead about fifty yards, and turn around to see him out of his kayak and in the water. This is NOT going well! My first thought is that he flipped. Then I noticed no rod. As I paddled back he said he had nocked into the bay with his paddle and was trying to find it. The water was almost up to his shoulders. We searched for an hour. It was relatively expensive gear and it was lost.
I started paddling away and suggest to my friend to try to follow me because of the sandbars. I get ahead about fifty yards, and turn around to see him out of his kayak and in the water. This is NOT going well! My first thought is that he flipped. Then I noticed no rod. As I paddled back he said he had nocked into the bay with his paddle and was trying to find it. The water was almost up to his shoulders. We searched for an hour. It was relatively expensive gear and it was lost.
We continued with the plan for the day in relatively good spirits despite the almost literal wet blanket that was placed upon it.
It was a tough day at the sedges. Not much was going on. The whole day I just had one short bass while trolling a storm shad.
When we got back to the launch he looked for another hour or so to no avail. My guiding skills are definitely lacking, though in the end he said he had a good time and that he wanted to try it again. I really tried to put him on some fish.
Soaking wet friend |
It was a tough day at the sedges. Not much was going on. The whole day I just had one short bass while trolling a storm shad.
one short bass |
When we got back to the launch he looked for another hour or so to no avail. My guiding skills are definitely lacking, though in the end he said he had a good time and that he wanted to try it again. I really tried to put him on some fish.
SECOND TRIP:
Wind wins, hands down, don't unstrap the kayaks, drive back home, run away.
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