Wednesday
Posted: Wed Apr 02, 2008 10:14 pm
Wow What a night. I put in at Coffe Pot Bayou around 5pm. I pulled up to the ramp and unloaded my boat and gear and then when I went to park my car I noticed all the spots were taken. Trouble was they were all taken by cars without trailers. So I called the Police and told them there was a good 1k in tickets to be found and for them to hurry. As I waited two touring kayaks showed and loaded up onto the jeep with the multi rig and pulled out. I was able to park so I left and went fishing. That proved to be a sign to stay in.
I paddled to about 1k yards offshore. There is a sandbar way out there that you can stand on even at high tide. The area just before the bar is pretty productive. My lure of choice was a gold spoon due to the floating grass and sea boogers floating in the water. I started catching trout but knew the best bite would come after dark. I don't have pics of fish for you because a bird was harrassing me as I reeled in and released fish. The bird was coming right up to the boat so somebody has tyo have been feeding him.
As you can see from the background the Appolo Beach area is getting hammered by a T-storm. I figured it would rain itself out before it got to me. After all it was sunny and nice where I was.
After a few fish I turned around to check on the storm and it had picked up some speed. At this point it was time to race it to the beach.
The Hurricane Pheonix is an awesome boat. It will flat haul ass when you push it. My speed was good till I hit the mouth of the bayou at a right angle to the beach and the out going current had me turned towards the bay and into the storm. I was really wishing a rudder would miraculously appear on the back of my boat because I really had to dig to get the boat turned in to the current.
I made it to the little Coffee Pot bridge just as the sky began to fall. I was not the only idiot out on the water. 3 Dudes in a stink pot also pulled up under the bridge just the other side of a concrete divider from me. It was not easy to keep a 16 foot boat with rods out the back from spinning like a bottle in the small space under the bridge. About half way thru the storm the tide switched directions and I had to leave cover and turn around to face the other direction. The guys in the boat must have thought I was nuts. I will admit there were some moments that I gave alot of thought to my personal relationship with Jesus. After about an hour it let up and I paddled back to the launch.
My wife does not want me to go out at night alone anymore so I probably won't fish Thursday. But then again what she don't know won't hurt her
I paddled to about 1k yards offshore. There is a sandbar way out there that you can stand on even at high tide. The area just before the bar is pretty productive. My lure of choice was a gold spoon due to the floating grass and sea boogers floating in the water. I started catching trout but knew the best bite would come after dark. I don't have pics of fish for you because a bird was harrassing me as I reeled in and released fish. The bird was coming right up to the boat so somebody has tyo have been feeding him.
As you can see from the background the Appolo Beach area is getting hammered by a T-storm. I figured it would rain itself out before it got to me. After all it was sunny and nice where I was.
After a few fish I turned around to check on the storm and it had picked up some speed. At this point it was time to race it to the beach.
The Hurricane Pheonix is an awesome boat. It will flat haul ass when you push it. My speed was good till I hit the mouth of the bayou at a right angle to the beach and the out going current had me turned towards the bay and into the storm. I was really wishing a rudder would miraculously appear on the back of my boat because I really had to dig to get the boat turned in to the current.
I made it to the little Coffee Pot bridge just as the sky began to fall. I was not the only idiot out on the water. 3 Dudes in a stink pot also pulled up under the bridge just the other side of a concrete divider from me. It was not easy to keep a 16 foot boat with rods out the back from spinning like a bottle in the small space under the bridge. About half way thru the storm the tide switched directions and I had to leave cover and turn around to face the other direction. The guys in the boat must have thought I was nuts. I will admit there were some moments that I gave alot of thought to my personal relationship with Jesus. After about an hour it let up and I paddled back to the launch.
My wife does not want me to go out at night alone anymore so I probably won't fish Thursday. But then again what she don't know won't hurt her