|12 foot boat, 6 foot bed. Mixed feelings.|
The biggest boat I'd ever put in here was 10'. The Mojo is nearly 12.5'. A few boulders said hello to the Mojo on its way from the parking lot to the "launch" (about 12 yards...almost too far to comfortably carry the boat). It launched easily for its size and I was off. The recent rain had put a real damper on the fishing, since the fish in our urban lakes and rivers gorge themselves on terrestrial critters during and immediately after rainstorms (and then refuse to feed any more).
|Gliding into Crocodile Rock in the new kayak...|
I tried all of my usual spots, including "Crocodile Rock," but had no luck at all. I was paddling back to the "launch" when I decided to paddle into the spring-fed cove that I first fished here in 2001 or 2002. I've never caught a fish more than six inches long there, but you know, what the heck. The spring head had apparently deposited a long, narrow sandbar through the middle of the cove since I last fished the cove (2009?), where dozens of bluegills were nested up. And, true to form, I banged up about a dozen of them in short order........
I worked my way back out of the cove (note: a 360 degree turn in a stationary 12.5' boat is quite difficult) and tossed a few more lures across and along the sandbar, hidden from sight by some overhanging trees. I was zinging around a Joe's Flies Glo-Trout spinner when I felt a big strike, followed by the weird sensation that I was rolling around a sunken, rotten branch. I let the line sit for a second to figure out what I should do. Once I started reeling the line in again, the drag ran out. Nope. Not a branch. I hoped it was finally a nice 9-10" "copperbelly" bluegill. The fish jumped (not a bluegill!) and ran again. I tried to consciously let him run, without getting hung up under the boat or among the trees. After about three minutes, he got tired and I was able to get him onboard for a picture...
Not a record-breaker by any means, but a respectable 1.5-2 pound fighter; and honestly, I was ecstatic to get him in the new boat. After bending the lure back into shape, I cast a few more times before concluding that I'd done as well as I could do for a quick outing. I packed the boat up in the truck bed and ran the two miles home to Hank and Amy for some more weekend family adventures. More thoughts on the new kayak later this week!
|Thanks to my Berkley forceps, the hook was easily removed in a jiffy, and the fish returned to water|