Yaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahooooooooooooooooooooooo ooo!
Finally, I caught my first tog.
Nice day. Mostly sunny. Wind was about 10 mph. Water was choppy on the west side of the wrecks at Kipto. Lots of boats were out.
I was on the water at 0930 hrs. Three boats and two yakers were already working the wrecks. I asked them, and they didn’t catch anything. So, it looked like it was going to be a long day. I tried the sides and a number of holes in the wrecks. Nothing. It was just before noon, and I stuck the rod into a hole port side of wreck #10 (counting from the north end). I got a hook up, and as I worked the line around the rusted rebar, I saw it was a toad. (See pic of the hole)
I rebaited the hook with quartered blue crab and tried the same hole again. Within a minute, I felt tugs and set the hook. I thought it was another toad. As I reeled and maneuvered the line left, right and around the rebar fingers while fighting the fish, it surfaced. Yes! It was a tog! My first tog! (See pic of tog in yak) It was a beautiful sight. After all those fishing trips and bait issues, I finally got a tog. I was thrilled!
As I hooked up, a passing yaker saw me pull up the tog. As I measured the fish (15”) and prepared for the next try, he asked me to if he could try the hole. I said, “Sure.” He didn’t get anything, and I later didn’t get anything else after that.
It was 3:30 pm, and I was ready to quit (I was happy with the one tog). I went around the stern of the wreck to look at the west side. Surprisingly, the chops had died down. I wanted to leave to go to Rudee Inlet, but I thought I’d try another hole first. Just for kicks.
I pedaled up and stuck the rod in and within a minute, BAM! I got another hook up. This one also measured 15”.
I rebaited and tried again. Within a minute, tap tap. I set the hook and the fish pulled. All of a sudden there was no yield. It apparently went behind structure. I pulled and the pole bent a lot, but the fish didn’t budge. It was like it was stuck. I pulled again. Again, it didn’t budge.
Was the fish still there? Or was the leader now stuck with no fish? I gave it some slack. After a few seconds, the rod tip dipped slightly, and I then knew it was still on. So I pulled again. Again, it didn’t budge. (Good thing I had a 3-foot 50# mono leader). This went on for about five minutes. Pull, no budge, slack, dip-dip, pull, etc.
Finally, I gave it a bit more slack and waited about 10 seconds. The tip dipped and I pulled up the rod instantly. Yes! The fish was finally out. I reeled it up and excitedly maneuvered it through the rebar and hole. It measured 15 ½ inches.
By now I was absolutely thrilled. I didn’t care if I got more. Three was beyond happiness. Since four is the creel limit, I tried again though. I did get many more taps, but couldn’t hook up.
It was before 6 pm and dark. I didn’t have my night lights. I was on the water eight hours. I was a happy camper, so I decided to call it a day. I didn’t go to Rudee as planned. I drove home still reeling from the catches.
Finally, I caught my first tog.
Nice day. Mostly sunny. Wind was about 10 mph. Water was choppy on the west side of the wrecks at Kipto. Lots of boats were out.
I was on the water at 0930 hrs. Three boats and two yakers were already working the wrecks. I asked them, and they didn’t catch anything. So, it looked like it was going to be a long day. I tried the sides and a number of holes in the wrecks. Nothing. It was just before noon, and I stuck the rod into a hole port side of wreck #10 (counting from the north end). I got a hook up, and as I worked the line around the rusted rebar, I saw it was a toad. (See pic of the hole)
I rebaited the hook with quartered blue crab and tried the same hole again. Within a minute, I felt tugs and set the hook. I thought it was another toad. As I reeled and maneuvered the line left, right and around the rebar fingers while fighting the fish, it surfaced. Yes! It was a tog! My first tog! (See pic of tog in yak) It was a beautiful sight. After all those fishing trips and bait issues, I finally got a tog. I was thrilled!
As I hooked up, a passing yaker saw me pull up the tog. As I measured the fish (15”) and prepared for the next try, he asked me to if he could try the hole. I said, “Sure.” He didn’t get anything, and I later didn’t get anything else after that.
It was 3:30 pm, and I was ready to quit (I was happy with the one tog). I went around the stern of the wreck to look at the west side. Surprisingly, the chops had died down. I wanted to leave to go to Rudee Inlet, but I thought I’d try another hole first. Just for kicks.
I pedaled up and stuck the rod in and within a minute, BAM! I got another hook up. This one also measured 15”.
I rebaited and tried again. Within a minute, tap tap. I set the hook and the fish pulled. All of a sudden there was no yield. It apparently went behind structure. I pulled and the pole bent a lot, but the fish didn’t budge. It was like it was stuck. I pulled again. Again, it didn’t budge.
Was the fish still there? Or was the leader now stuck with no fish? I gave it some slack. After a few seconds, the rod tip dipped slightly, and I then knew it was still on. So I pulled again. Again, it didn’t budge. (Good thing I had a 3-foot 50# mono leader). This went on for about five minutes. Pull, no budge, slack, dip-dip, pull, etc.
Finally, I gave it a bit more slack and waited about 10 seconds. The tip dipped and I pulled up the rod instantly. Yes! The fish was finally out. I reeled it up and excitedly maneuvered it through the rebar and hole. It measured 15 ½ inches.
By now I was absolutely thrilled. I didn’t care if I got more. Three was beyond happiness. Since four is the creel limit, I tried again though. I did get many more taps, but couldn’t hook up.
It was before 6 pm and dark. I didn’t have my night lights. I was on the water eight hours. I was a happy camper, so I decided to call it a day. I didn’t go to Rudee as planned. I drove home still reeling from the catches.
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