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So, this morning, I'm out on the Chester in front of Queen's landing. I dropped a couple of crab traps and paddled out to the drop off
It's quiet and calm. There are a couple of work boats around. They're hundreds of yards away from me. I think I have a good system working. I'm trolling the drop off. Marking fish and bait. Go back once in awhile to check the traps. (empty btw)
I decided to put the rest of my chicken necks in both traps, drop them back down and paddle out again to fish. Like I said, it nice and calm. I was watching baitfish break now and then, being chased by what I'm sure were blues. Here is where it gets interesting.
I'm drifting, pondering changing to a spoon. I hear a work boat getting close, but don't really give it much thought. No it's getting closer and closer. I'm not too concerned. I was thinking he might want to come by and ask me about kayak fishing. Then I was thinking he wants to be a smart ass and come by really close. At this point I realize just how close he is. I no sooner turn to look over my shoulder when BAM.. The S O B RUNS ME OVER!!!!
I'm in the water, my kayak turned over. On my first attempt to surface, I was under the yak. Got clear. Came up. First thought.... find the paddle before it sinks. Got it. I was able to flip the kayak and get back on board. The captain of the work boat was nice enough to stop and ask me if I was alright. He even grabbed some of my floating stuff.... hat, tackle boxes
He then told my how he didn't see me. IT'S AN ORANGE KAYAK...I'M WEARING AN ORANGE SHIRT AND A FLORESCENT GREEN HAT. MY WIFE CAN SEE ME FROM OUR CONDO He just plane wasn't looking where he was going. Probably sorting his crabs.
I lost three rods. None of them very expensive, although One was an old St. Croix that I've had for a long time. Never got around to putting floats on them.
Could have been a lot worse I suppose. OH yea......no fish, no crabs
It's quiet and calm. There are a couple of work boats around. They're hundreds of yards away from me. I think I have a good system working. I'm trolling the drop off. Marking fish and bait. Go back once in awhile to check the traps. (empty btw)
I decided to put the rest of my chicken necks in both traps, drop them back down and paddle out again to fish. Like I said, it nice and calm. I was watching baitfish break now and then, being chased by what I'm sure were blues. Here is where it gets interesting.
I'm drifting, pondering changing to a spoon. I hear a work boat getting close, but don't really give it much thought. No it's getting closer and closer. I'm not too concerned. I was thinking he might want to come by and ask me about kayak fishing. Then I was thinking he wants to be a smart ass and come by really close. At this point I realize just how close he is. I no sooner turn to look over my shoulder when BAM.. The S O B RUNS ME OVER!!!!
I'm in the water, my kayak turned over. On my first attempt to surface, I was under the yak. Got clear. Came up. First thought.... find the paddle before it sinks. Got it. I was able to flip the kayak and get back on board. The captain of the work boat was nice enough to stop and ask me if I was alright. He even grabbed some of my floating stuff.... hat, tackle boxes
He then told my how he didn't see me. IT'S AN ORANGE KAYAK...I'M WEARING AN ORANGE SHIRT AND A FLORESCENT GREEN HAT. MY WIFE CAN SEE ME FROM OUR CONDO He just plane wasn't looking where he was going. Probably sorting his crabs.
I lost three rods. None of them very expensive, although One was an old St. Croix that I've had for a long time. Never got around to putting floats on them.
Could have been a lot worse I suppose. OH yea......no fish, no crabs
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