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Kayak fishing with Deva and Keith. We saw otters, seals, sea lions, and a pod of porpoises came very close.
Deva all set to head out
Looking for bait. I end up rigging a sabiki rig to the end of the flyline,
and catch 3 sardines in one go. 3 of them pulling down at the same time
sure puts a good bend even in a 9wt rod :)
Keith in his paddleboat
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We paddle over past steamer lane and fish outside Lighthouse beach. I had
great hopes for the kelp beds, but didn't catch anything there. Keith got a
couple of rockfish in there, and had something on that straightened out his hook.
Sea lion??
I'm tossing a weedless fly in there, but nada.
Fly-gear.
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Deva looking for that halibut. I try fishing with bait too; Deva kindly
gives me one of his halibut setups (large single plus a treble) and a sinker
to give it a try his way, but I don't get any hits. Eventually I loose the entire
rig to a snag and go back to the plastic fishtrap. I didn't like leaving a piece
of lead down there. Hopefully I can get some stainless steel egg sinkers that
heavy (3oz).
Keith gets snagged; at first he thought it was a fish. I paddled over fast
to do photos.
Early 1970's vintage Swedish reel. Yes, I do own some conventional tackle :).
Under-Ling :(
I catch a legal Cabezon. It spewed up a bunch of its breakfast in the yak, including
a small octopus. Allen calls this my first proper kayak-fish. It got BBQ'd that evening.
Pretty out. Wind is picking up a little
Deva and his catch. The big fish turned out to be a Bocaccio, a fish he hasn't
seen before. Keith was giving him a hard time about having the game warden ID his
catch for him.
The paddle on the way back feels long and slow. Deva is faster and waits for me a couple of times. It is fun with the wind in the back and the occasional wave-assist. At one point Deva gets into an altercation with a sailboat. They probably have the right of way, and insist on it, but being much more manuverable, why didn't they simply change course a little? No biggie, right?