Played hooky from work @ 1300 and headed down to the park. The wind was still coming out of the NW so it slowed me up getting to Weems Creek. I didn't miss anything though 'cause nothing was bitting.
I moved around in and out, tried trolling and jigging, no dice. By now the wind shifted and I headed into it to the East side of the river. I fished from Manressa down to the park and caught many, many small hardhead but they were all 5 to 6 inches long. (Come back next year )
During my paddle from West to East, I ran the channel as fast as I could. (4mph gps against the wind) as it was a busy boat day. As I hit the 22 foot line, a fast boat coming up river, swung to the right trying to pass two slower boats. He was moving fast, with a bone in his teeth, and I dug in the paddles. When I knew I couldn't beat him, I stopped, got out my whistle and an aerial flare. Just when I thought I was going to start whistling and shooting, he pulled his power back and turned a few degrees to port. Then I saw it was the damned Coast Guard!
He must have seen that I was getting upset as he kept his trottles closed until he was well past me. Then he opened it up again. This was not the smaller zodiac that normally cruises around with a SAW swinging around in back. This was three times as big and a hell of alot faster.
How appropo, I'm about to become fish bait on the 100 anniversary of the SSB while Old Glory is so gallantly swinging from my yak attack pole. What an epitaph.
Saw two other guys in yaks, they didn't seem to interested in coming to Snagged Line. Too bad.
Regards,
I moved around in and out, tried trolling and jigging, no dice. By now the wind shifted and I headed into it to the East side of the river. I fished from Manressa down to the park and caught many, many small hardhead but they were all 5 to 6 inches long. (Come back next year )
During my paddle from West to East, I ran the channel as fast as I could. (4mph gps against the wind) as it was a busy boat day. As I hit the 22 foot line, a fast boat coming up river, swung to the right trying to pass two slower boats. He was moving fast, with a bone in his teeth, and I dug in the paddles. When I knew I couldn't beat him, I stopped, got out my whistle and an aerial flare. Just when I thought I was going to start whistling and shooting, he pulled his power back and turned a few degrees to port. Then I saw it was the damned Coast Guard!
He must have seen that I was getting upset as he kept his trottles closed until he was well past me. Then he opened it up again. This was not the smaller zodiac that normally cruises around with a SAW swinging around in back. This was three times as big and a hell of alot faster.
How appropo, I'm about to become fish bait on the 100 anniversary of the SSB while Old Glory is so gallantly swinging from my yak attack pole. What an epitaph.
Saw two other guys in yaks, they didn't seem to interested in coming to Snagged Line. Too bad.
Regards,
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