troutdog
05-27-2008, 11:17 PM
After a great day celebrating my Dad's B-Day and later BBqing with BingJr and JSauce Saturday, I spent most of Sunday doing bills and some cleaning around the house....just before noon I decided to check out the tide charts and saw a high tide slated to peak around 3:30. With that in mind I got my rear in gear and headed out to the bay to see what I could scratch up. Got my favorite parking spot and walked over to the beach to find quite a few families camped out for the afternoon. Most of the kids were busy scooping up all the jellies washing up on shore and burying them in a huge hole they had dug. Although it was cloudy most of the day it turned out to be a really nice day out there...
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPH.jpg
Baited up the heavy gear with a chunk of squid and began throwing the 5/8oz prism kroc with the baitcaster, got one strike on the 4th cast but that was about it. After an hour I switched up to the LC, but got no love on that either. Met a bunch of people on the beach as they all had questions about what I was expecting to catch, what I was using for bait etc. Fishing was really slow, but I was enjoying the company and beautiful view
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPH2.jpg
Throughout the whole day I had myself a little sidekick named Dillon who was there with his grandparents, he musta been about 7 years old or and was having a blast on the beach doing what kids do best. In between scooping jellies and making sand tunnels with his friends he would come over and ask if I caught anything. He seemed to get bored with his friends and started acting like my shadow for a good hour, when finally my drop shot rig felt heavy and I set the hook. I knew right away I had some salad or the like as whatever it was not acting like a fish. To both our dismay I reeled in a red trash bag, but that just may have been a life changing event for him(and me in a way) as he just could not understand why it was there. For as long as I live I don't think I will ever forget his innocent brown eyes looking up at me and asking "why would someone put their trash in your fishing spot?" I put down my rod and sat on my butt so we could talk at eye level and explained the best I could the importance of treating nature with respect. After a ten minute conversation he gave me a big high five, said he would never litter and would do his part to help Mother Nature....very rewarding experience that cannot be put into words. It was just "one of those moments".
So with Dillon still by my side I continued fan casting the area for another 15 minutes with the drop shotted fish crack when I felt the "tap-tap" I was looking for. The rod quickly doubled over and I set the hook, without hesitation I handed the rod to Dillon as he deserved the chance at a fish as much as I did. His eyes lit up and a smile quickly cemented itself on his face as I coached him a little and he began fighting whatever it was on the end of my line. He did a great job and after a 2-3 minute fight landed this shorty on 4lb test....wtg go little buddy!
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPHshorthali.jpg
He was really pumped and was just as excited to release it as he was to catch it...this time my high five was followed by a thank you and a big hug. :Shocked: Pretty cool moment I won't soon forget. I got Dillon's grandparents email and sent them the above picture, they were very gracious as we parted ways.
Headed towards Davey's Locker and grabbed a slice of pizza by the ferris wheel and soaked another bait on the adjacent pier. There are always fun things to check out around this spot...this guy and "The Duke" were one of them. :LOL:
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPHsights.jpg
Chucked the kroc and LC for a while hoping to find the barries that were there last weekend, but it was not to be. No matter as my day had already been made.
Thanks for reading,
TD
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPH.jpg
Baited up the heavy gear with a chunk of squid and began throwing the 5/8oz prism kroc with the baitcaster, got one strike on the 4th cast but that was about it. After an hour I switched up to the LC, but got no love on that either. Met a bunch of people on the beach as they all had questions about what I was expecting to catch, what I was using for bait etc. Fishing was really slow, but I was enjoying the company and beautiful view
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPH2.jpg
Throughout the whole day I had myself a little sidekick named Dillon who was there with his grandparents, he musta been about 7 years old or and was having a blast on the beach doing what kids do best. In between scooping jellies and making sand tunnels with his friends he would come over and ask if I caught anything. He seemed to get bored with his friends and started acting like my shadow for a good hour, when finally my drop shot rig felt heavy and I set the hook. I knew right away I had some salad or the like as whatever it was not acting like a fish. To both our dismay I reeled in a red trash bag, but that just may have been a life changing event for him(and me in a way) as he just could not understand why it was there. For as long as I live I don't think I will ever forget his innocent brown eyes looking up at me and asking "why would someone put their trash in your fishing spot?" I put down my rod and sat on my butt so we could talk at eye level and explained the best I could the importance of treating nature with respect. After a ten minute conversation he gave me a big high five, said he would never litter and would do his part to help Mother Nature....very rewarding experience that cannot be put into words. It was just "one of those moments".
So with Dillon still by my side I continued fan casting the area for another 15 minutes with the drop shotted fish crack when I felt the "tap-tap" I was looking for. The rod quickly doubled over and I set the hook, without hesitation I handed the rod to Dillon as he deserved the chance at a fish as much as I did. His eyes lit up and a smile quickly cemented itself on his face as I coached him a little and he began fighting whatever it was on the end of my line. He did a great job and after a 2-3 minute fight landed this shorty on 4lb test....wtg go little buddy!
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPHshorthali.jpg
He was really pumped and was just as excited to release it as he was to catch it...this time my high five was followed by a thank you and a big hug. :Shocked: Pretty cool moment I won't soon forget. I got Dillon's grandparents email and sent them the above picture, they were very gracious as we parted ways.
Headed towards Davey's Locker and grabbed a slice of pizza by the ferris wheel and soaked another bait on the adjacent pier. There are always fun things to check out around this spot...this guy and "The Duke" were one of them. :LOL:
http://i275.photobucket.com/albums/jj285/troutdog_photobucket/NPHsights.jpg
Chucked the kroc and LC for a while hoping to find the barries that were there last weekend, but it was not to be. No matter as my day had already been made.
Thanks for reading,
TD