I woke up this morning and looked out the window... the wind was blowing over 10 knots, but I was the "Perch Slayer" and even though I had never really caught fish in the wind, today was going to be my day. Was I being cocky and arrogant, absolutely.
Fishing can often turn grown men into little boys and also it can often humble the most experienced fisherman. I guess that's why they call it fishing.
I proudly carried my sidewinder crab down the beach and located one of my backup areas for the Surf Crappie whacking. I made cast after cast with no bitters. I have a couple of Hispanic males about a quarter mile to my North and another couple South. Unfortunately, they were both parked on two of my favorite areas to fish.
Suddenly, I see a surge of water... the best way I can explain it is like a mini Tsunami. As the water rushed through my Hispanic comrades fishing hole it completely buried their equipment and ripped the sand spikes with the rods out of the ground and through them like wet noodles. One of the gentlemen, didn't even move as the wave was nearly waste high. Visually, it was incredible because these guys were standing a good 30 yards from the water and their gear about 40 yards. The other guy made the mistake of trying to out-run the rogue wave rather than stand still. As he ran he fell and then tried to do the Army crawl like he was racing under barbed-wire in Bastogne. By a miracle, he had crawled so fast he had barely stayed ahead of the monster wave, but then he disappeared, fully engulfed in a few thousand pounds of rushing water. When the wave reseeded he friend was laughing so hard that he nearly fell over. Then, I was laughing, laughing at the man laughing at his friend and as I looked over my should WHAM! ROUGE WAVE! My gear was 50 yards from the beach, where the volleyball courts are... just to give you an idea of how ominous mother nature can be. My gear disappeared into the water, as the wave went inland another 25 yards... how is this possible? Then the mad dash was on. Ever try to catch 35 pissed off sidewinder crabs running every which way? Finally after I caught maybe 15 of them; the others where cum I guess? I looked around and figured everyone was now laughing at me, but they weren't and we were all humbled very quickly. I fished for another hour, and then carried my gear back to the truck and home.
While at home, I started washing all of my gear with fresh water and when I started to clean my back pack something was moving inside. The force of the wave that hit my bucket, sent it flying into the air, along with my sidewinder crabs. Somehow, about 6 crabs were launched into my backpack from about 5 yards away. It was pretty wild. The moral of the story is don't be too cocky, be humble and respect mother nature, because she will never respect you, and she doesn't care about anything except her own interests.
After getting shut-down the day before with a total of ZERO fish... I was heading out with my friend Doug Lowery to the spot I call, "The Temple of Doom." The spot looks like something out of an Indiana Jones movie. I grabbed a totally different rod and reel to try some new techniques, but it was all for not. My buddy Doug, was fishing a double-rig with a 2 ounce pyramid sinker and sticking the rod in the sand spike and letting the fish hook themselves... this style is against my religion and I will not do that; to me is sucks. Doug pulled in Perch after Perch, but I refused the double-rig and when the sand settled he had caught about 18 fish to my ZERO. Now I was at 2 trips back to back with ZERO fish... what the hell? This is why it is called fishing... right?
Day 3 in a row of fishing... I know for a fact today I will not get skunked... there is no wind, there are no double-rigs within miles, the weather has warmed up and I still have some sidewinders left over for the day before. After walking about a mile from Grand, I baited up the sidewinder and started soaking the bait. I would move it every so often, but after 10 minutes, not a bite, not nothing... would this be 3 days in a row of the skunkage? I winded a little more and the bait dropped into the trough... WHACK! I was bit and it was a toad. I barely moved it out of the trough and when I beached it, the fish was a nice 2.3# Surf Crappie. It was almost as if I was Keanu Reeves in the last scene of the Matrix... I could see the code and I was back to that place. Every cast was a fish over 2 pounds. My first 8 casts I had 8 fish, all toads. I had never seen a bite like this ever. After a mere 30 minutes I had caught and released over 20 fish. but then everything shut off, almost as fast as it started. So, I walked and walked, looking for signs of fish. I finally found what I was looking for a cast my bait about 10 yards off the beach and reeled in until it dropped into the trough and then WHAM! I was bit again, but this time it was even better... 30 fish, 40 fish, 50 fish and then 60. I kept telling myself, that when I got to 60, I would stop, but I couldn't. Suddenly, Roger Maris entered my dome... 61, I am going to 61. I caught it and then I caught 62 and 63. At this point my elbow was ready to fall off, although it was so numb I barley felt it. I had now evened the score... those Surf Crappies had stoned me for two days and now I put the hurt to them, but let them live to fight another day and isn't that all we can ask for?
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