City Dad
11-16-2008, 03:31 PM
I found a few unspoken-for hours on my hands this morning and decided to make a run for the beach. Arrived at my usual spot to find calm swells, an incoming tide... and an un-broken picket fence of fishing rods stretching down the strand as far as I could see. Looked like some sort of club - or maybe Nevada - had scheduled a get-together there. I didn't bother stopping.
It's not that I don't like people... I've just got this thing about crowds. All of the worst things that ever happened to me happened in one wretched sea of humanity or another; Being stranded in an airport on Christmas, getting stuck on a broken-down subway, Disney land in August, that Oakridge Boys concert my folks dragged me to... bad times indeed. So I suppose that's why I tend to seek out solitude, especially when I'm fishing.
A drove down the coast a bit and eventually stopped at a spot I'd fished a couple times before. As I mentioned, the water looked good, very fishable with almost no salad to speak of and the tide was just about to peak.
Probed around a bit with c-riged crack for a couple dinks. Noticed a good number of crab beds still showing and picked up a few. Got a couple hand-sized perch on the meat. Then I switched to the MORF and found a steady bite of eight-inchers that lasted until I left at about eleven thirty.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/DSCF1244.jpg
Also scared the bejezus out of one very large corbina still in the skinny. Passed another angler who'd had similar luck with the perch.
Overall, a nice morning. Lots of fish... but little size. Last night there was a big, three-quarter moon. Perhaps it was too big. In any event I'm thinking I should try this spot again in the next couple weeks... if no one's around.;)
It's not that I don't like people... I've just got this thing about crowds. All of the worst things that ever happened to me happened in one wretched sea of humanity or another; Being stranded in an airport on Christmas, getting stuck on a broken-down subway, Disney land in August, that Oakridge Boys concert my folks dragged me to... bad times indeed. So I suppose that's why I tend to seek out solitude, especially when I'm fishing.
A drove down the coast a bit and eventually stopped at a spot I'd fished a couple times before. As I mentioned, the water looked good, very fishable with almost no salad to speak of and the tide was just about to peak.
Probed around a bit with c-riged crack for a couple dinks. Noticed a good number of crab beds still showing and picked up a few. Got a couple hand-sized perch on the meat. Then I switched to the MORF and found a steady bite of eight-inchers that lasted until I left at about eleven thirty.
http://i205.photobucket.com/albums/bb225/timmeinhart/DSCF1244.jpg
Also scared the bejezus out of one very large corbina still in the skinny. Passed another angler who'd had similar luck with the perch.
Overall, a nice morning. Lots of fish... but little size. Last night there was a big, three-quarter moon. Perhaps it was too big. In any event I'm thinking I should try this spot again in the next couple weeks... if no one's around.;)