La Jolla 4/25

[fishnut]

Launched at about 5:30, punched through a couple breakers, got a little wet, but made it out fine. Went to the pier and made bait. Only managed 3 mackeral, but got tired of waiting and paddled south. Got to the spot and tried everything. One mac high, one low. Threw iron and plastic. To no avail. Flylined bait got hammered by something, but fish was gone by the time I grabbed the rod.

Paddled in around 12:30. As luck would have it, today was the first time actually leashing my rods (had bought the leashes back in November but was just lazy / overconfident and never used them). Thanks to Moyer I decided maybe I should leash just in case...

Well, guess there's a first time for everything. I thought I was fine sitting a little outside (I thought) and timing for a small set. Look back, and all I see is about a 3-4 foot face coming toward me. Oohhhhh Sshhooooot !!! Ok I didn't say shoot. I tried to lean back as much as possible, but the wave jacked me straight up and off my kayak. Kayak flips, set is still coming. Flip kayak over and proceed to look like an idiot trying to gather everything. Bait tank is hanging by the bunjees, rods are all in the water, darn it where did my sunglasses go?!?

Long story short I made it in eventually. Soaked and pissed off / embarrased. Lost my bait net (no big deal), rocket launcher broke off at base. And sunglasses were nowhere to be found.

If anyone finds a pair of black Native shades, please let me know. Darn things were $100 and almost brand new. Oh well.

At least the only people that saw the whole darn episode were some rental yakkers going out in a class. Instructor was probably pointing me out as an example of what not to do. My two buddies who paddled in20 minutes later thought it was hilarious.

At least I get to keep my rods & reels. Glad I decided to leash them.


--Todd