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I’ve been out of town the last few days and itching to get on the water. Strong NW winds limited my choices so I opted for Piney Point. Water was very high, but my foot thermometer found the water delightfully cooler than it has been.
Headed under the bridge and saw small bluefish splashes and sure enough my bait was bitten in half almost as soon as I said bluefish to myself. I quickly pulled out a Yo Zuri crankbait and yelled at them, “Let’s see you bite these trebles in half!” . Well the blues didn’t bite but a nice sized rock did. I threw it back. Cast towards some ricks and had a 13” rock on. I was having difficulty getting the hooks out and as I looked for my forceps I felt a sharp prick in my left index finger right behind the knuckle.
Darn, now I was hooked and I had a rock thrashing on the end of the lure. After some delicate maneuvers I got the fish off and then bit the bullet and yanked the hook out of my finger. A small gusher of blood streamed out covering my index and middle finger. I’d only been on the water maybe 10 minutes and wasn’t turning around that early, so I let it bleed adding another layer of patina to my kayak. After a few minutes it stopped and I had a couple of gnarly looking fingers.
Kept fishing (back to a single hook) and got a blue and a bunch of medium sized rocks before they left and dinkville moved in. One of the dinks was in a hard thrashing mood when I pulled him up and next thing I know his dorsal is in my palm and more blood starts to flow. Damn, I know I didn’t have a banana in the boat but was this revenge for mocking the myth.
A couple of minutes later I had a deep hooked fish that was bleeding badly. It covered what little unbloodied flesh I had on my left hand as I got it off the hook. By now my hand looks like a castoff from the Saw movies. At that point I decided it was time to get off the water and clean up.
In the end no keepers, one blue for sushi, and me wondering when my last tetanus shot was.
Headed under the bridge and saw small bluefish splashes and sure enough my bait was bitten in half almost as soon as I said bluefish to myself. I quickly pulled out a Yo Zuri crankbait and yelled at them, “Let’s see you bite these trebles in half!” . Well the blues didn’t bite but a nice sized rock did. I threw it back. Cast towards some ricks and had a 13” rock on. I was having difficulty getting the hooks out and as I looked for my forceps I felt a sharp prick in my left index finger right behind the knuckle.
Darn, now I was hooked and I had a rock thrashing on the end of the lure. After some delicate maneuvers I got the fish off and then bit the bullet and yanked the hook out of my finger. A small gusher of blood streamed out covering my index and middle finger. I’d only been on the water maybe 10 minutes and wasn’t turning around that early, so I let it bleed adding another layer of patina to my kayak. After a few minutes it stopped and I had a couple of gnarly looking fingers.
Kept fishing (back to a single hook) and got a blue and a bunch of medium sized rocks before they left and dinkville moved in. One of the dinks was in a hard thrashing mood when I pulled him up and next thing I know his dorsal is in my palm and more blood starts to flow. Damn, I know I didn’t have a banana in the boat but was this revenge for mocking the myth.
A couple of minutes later I had a deep hooked fish that was bleeding badly. It covered what little unbloodied flesh I had on my left hand as I got it off the hook. By now my hand looks like a castoff from the Saw movies. At that point I decided it was time to get off the water and clean up.
In the end no keepers, one blue for sushi, and me wondering when my last tetanus shot was.
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