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Forecast was pretty good, so I went down.
Was on the water after 8 am. The morning looked beautiful: calm seas, light wind, 60s, and mostly sunny. It's been several months since I last yak fished there, and it was good to be back on the water on a nice day.
I heard togs were biting out at the 1st island three miles away, so I went there. I did stop along the way and started fishing after the first SBC. Got nothing, not even a nibble on clams, green crab and blue crab on my double hook rig.
I finally reached the first island about noon. I fished for 10 minutes and noticed something odd. The waves and current were picking up quickly. So was the wind. I didn't think much because the forecast was that the wind was going to increase in late afternoon. I continued to fish. There was no other yaker out there.
After another 10 minutes of fishing, the waves were really rocking. Chops were 1-2+ foot. Swells were about 3+ feet. The wind was 15+ knots with higher gusts. It was very difficult to fish. Knowing I was three miles out and it could get worst, I decided to call it. Feeling very disappointed, I started back in.
On the way back in I met this boater fishing for togs. I asked, and he said he caught one tog. I told him I caught none, so he invited me to fish with him at his honeyhole where he caught over 60 togs during the week. I fished for about five minutes with him, but could not hold well. It was too rough, so I told him I was going in. I said, "Thanks," and headed back in.
I made a few more short fishing stops (maybe one minute each), but it was too hard to hold position. As I continued in, the chops were giving me a wet ride. The current was pretty strong, among the strongest I've been in at CBBT. The wind and gusts were unrelenting. If I had stopped pedaling, I would have ended up near Baltimore..lol...
I was at the 1st SBC and still the current and wind didn't retreat. I was tired, especially my legs. Understandably so, I faced just about a near head-on wind and cross-angle current all the way. On the good side, the wave angle wasn't bad though. As as moved forward, my yak was about 40 degrees so I could cut the waves without too much risk from a broadside hit. Still, I got sprayed. I finally made it in after 3 pm. What would normally take me about 1 hr, 15 minutes to yak three miles took me nearly three hours (minus about 15 minutes of along-the-way fishing).
On the good side, it was very nice morning of fishing, and I got another honeyhole on my list of CBBT honeyholes. Very disappointing afternoon.
Bottom line: Shorter than expected fishing trip. No fish. Skunked.
(BTW. As I was several hundred yards from shore, I noticed the idle wheel on the mirage drive was not turning. I looked closer and saw the idle cable was broken. I don't know when it broke, but fortunately, the drive still worked and I was able to pedal back with no problem.)
Was on the water after 8 am. The morning looked beautiful: calm seas, light wind, 60s, and mostly sunny. It's been several months since I last yak fished there, and it was good to be back on the water on a nice day.
I heard togs were biting out at the 1st island three miles away, so I went there. I did stop along the way and started fishing after the first SBC. Got nothing, not even a nibble on clams, green crab and blue crab on my double hook rig.
I finally reached the first island about noon. I fished for 10 minutes and noticed something odd. The waves and current were picking up quickly. So was the wind. I didn't think much because the forecast was that the wind was going to increase in late afternoon. I continued to fish. There was no other yaker out there.
After another 10 minutes of fishing, the waves were really rocking. Chops were 1-2+ foot. Swells were about 3+ feet. The wind was 15+ knots with higher gusts. It was very difficult to fish. Knowing I was three miles out and it could get worst, I decided to call it. Feeling very disappointed, I started back in.
On the way back in I met this boater fishing for togs. I asked, and he said he caught one tog. I told him I caught none, so he invited me to fish with him at his honeyhole where he caught over 60 togs during the week. I fished for about five minutes with him, but could not hold well. It was too rough, so I told him I was going in. I said, "Thanks," and headed back in.
I made a few more short fishing stops (maybe one minute each), but it was too hard to hold position. As I continued in, the chops were giving me a wet ride. The current was pretty strong, among the strongest I've been in at CBBT. The wind and gusts were unrelenting. If I had stopped pedaling, I would have ended up near Baltimore..lol...
I was at the 1st SBC and still the current and wind didn't retreat. I was tired, especially my legs. Understandably so, I faced just about a near head-on wind and cross-angle current all the way. On the good side, the wave angle wasn't bad though. As as moved forward, my yak was about 40 degrees so I could cut the waves without too much risk from a broadside hit. Still, I got sprayed. I finally made it in after 3 pm. What would normally take me about 1 hr, 15 minutes to yak three miles took me nearly three hours (minus about 15 minutes of along-the-way fishing).
On the good side, it was very nice morning of fishing, and I got another honeyhole on my list of CBBT honeyholes. Very disappointing afternoon.
Bottom line: Shorter than expected fishing trip. No fish. Skunked.
(BTW. As I was several hundred yards from shore, I noticed the idle wheel on the mirage drive was not turning. I looked closer and saw the idle cable was broken. I don't know when it broke, but fortunately, the drive still worked and I was able to pedal back with no problem.)
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