|My limit of Lingcod|
The past few months have been pretty hectic, between my responsibilities at work and home combined with the weather I have not been able to get my kayak on the ocean as much as I would have liked. Last week the weather looked like it was going to cooperate so I made sure I had my school work done well before the weekend. Derrick, Jeff, and I were supposed to hit the beach at sunrise. Jeff ended up having more important matters to take care of and rain checked us. I must have checked the forecast 1000 times that week, praying the conditions would be favorable. Thankfully everything worked out. I woke up prior to my alarm on Friday morning and got up to meet Derrick at the Harris Ranch, and before we knew it we were at the Leffingwell launch ramp by 0630.
|This picture didn't turn out right, but it shows the surf well|
I learned a few lessons:
-Radios are handy
-Buckets are bad
-Seats are good
-The trip is as good as the company
I got to thank Derrick for being a great fishing buddy, a good fishing buddy means not dying on the water. We didn't see any sharks but an Elephant Seal hauling through the water got our hearts pumping for a minute. I don't think I will be able to make another trip out, it is going to feel like a long time until the season opens again.
And one more time if you didn't understand me the first time; leave your bucket on the shore.
Thanks for reading,