My Wednesday work schedule cleared out, and seeing the beautiful weather forecast, I decide to take a last minute fishing trip. I stayed local and hit the OC Inlet looking for sheepshead.
I launched at sunrise to thick, thick fog. 200 yard visibility at best. The first stop was to Assateague to add to my bait supply some live sand fleas. It was incoming tide, so as usual, I pull my kayak up above the current water line several feet while I cross the dune over to the surf. Now, on the way over the dune I was noticing how how the high tide line had gotten from the previous weekends storm; much higher than I'd seen in a long time. The surf was still rather large yesterday too, which made digging fleas tough, but it also should of indicated to me that maybe I should pull the kayak up a little higher on dry land than I normally do. Well, it didn't, and the tide came up fast! And when I was crossing back over the dune back to the kayak, while looking through the thick fog, my heart skipped a beat. My kayak isn't where I left it! In fact, I can't see it in the fog! Sh*t! I sprint down towards where I had left it and about half-way there the kayak emerges from the fog about 100 yards further down the beach, floating a foot or two off the bank. I race over and grab it. WHEW! Disaster avoided. Phone, radio, whistle.... I had left everything on it, and had I spent another 10 minutes digging fleas, the kayak may had worked it's way out to the current and really disappeared in the fog.
But on to the fishing. The sun eventually burned off all the fog and made for a wonderful day to be out. I tried various spots between the south jetty, Rt. 50 bridge, and Martha's Landing. I hooked some true monsters this day too. If I kept records on my PB toad, I probably would have broke 5 or 6 times this day. I'd never caught so many monster toads in a single trip. They were like a plague following me around! Many, many small sea bass too. The only saving grace for the day was a single 18" tog.
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I launched at sunrise to thick, thick fog. 200 yard visibility at best. The first stop was to Assateague to add to my bait supply some live sand fleas. It was incoming tide, so as usual, I pull my kayak up above the current water line several feet while I cross the dune over to the surf. Now, on the way over the dune I was noticing how how the high tide line had gotten from the previous weekends storm; much higher than I'd seen in a long time. The surf was still rather large yesterday too, which made digging fleas tough, but it also should of indicated to me that maybe I should pull the kayak up a little higher on dry land than I normally do. Well, it didn't, and the tide came up fast! And when I was crossing back over the dune back to the kayak, while looking through the thick fog, my heart skipped a beat. My kayak isn't where I left it! In fact, I can't see it in the fog! Sh*t! I sprint down towards where I had left it and about half-way there the kayak emerges from the fog about 100 yards further down the beach, floating a foot or two off the bank. I race over and grab it. WHEW! Disaster avoided. Phone, radio, whistle.... I had left everything on it, and had I spent another 10 minutes digging fleas, the kayak may had worked it's way out to the current and really disappeared in the fog.
But on to the fishing. The sun eventually burned off all the fog and made for a wonderful day to be out. I tried various spots between the south jetty, Rt. 50 bridge, and Martha's Landing. I hooked some true monsters this day too. If I kept records on my PB toad, I probably would have broke 5 or 6 times this day. I'd never caught so many monster toads in a single trip. They were like a plague following me around! Many, many small sea bass too. The only saving grace for the day was a single 18" tog.
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