Almost Over

So, i’m gonna sit back and enjoy an extra glass of wine tonight… it tastes very good…

 

 

Winter’s Shadow is darkenin’ the Land, and the chill water is quickly bringin’ this year’s Fishin’ to a close… i took the kayak out yesterday, in the benign weather, and enjoyed a mild afternoon pullin’ a few Sea Trout out of their deep winter Slumber Holes before the encroachin’ Chill makes that a hard thing to do… it’s a pleasurable thing to paddle the yak in pursuit of fish, and the Day was Wonderful…

Today’s forecast was rain, followed by strong winds from the Interior Lands… but Fishin’, the kind that i enjoy, can be a compulsion, and i’m not ready to put it away for the long winter’s sleep…

So, when i was outside and it was mild, and the rain was about over, and the kayak was still on top of the car, the gear all ready to go, the wind wasn’t bad, and the Fishin’ Fever was still Center Stage in my brain, i could not fight the impulse…

Just Go…
it’s nice…
the Fish will bite…
not many of these days left…
Just Go…
there’s a Big One waitin’…

Yeah… i never have figured out how to win that argument, and a little while later, the kayak was sittin’ in the boat ramp, the car was parked, waders were on, and i was stridin’ back to the ramp…

As i reached the yak, a big gust came from the west, ripplin’ the water and threatenin’ my hat… damn wind, you just gotta ruin a pretty day, don’t ya, i muttered… but it dropped off and, hey, too late now, i’m goin’… i shoved off and paddled the short distance to the cove i was gonna fish…

It was just a Great Afternoon, the wind blew a bit, then calmed, then blew again… very fishable, though, as i alternately anchored here and drifted there.. the Fish were tough, but i managed to fool enough of them to keep it interestin’… i had my waders on to stay dry, with a foul weather top to keep comfortable in the fickle weather…

i was in Predator Mode, senses sharpened to home in on where the fish were, it really was a Huntin’ Expedition, an immersion into Nature… i reveled in what i was experiencing, and enjoyed the perks… i didn’t miss the Eagle landing in the dead tree to look for his opportunities… the Kingfisher lurked in the waterside trees to make his raids on the minnows movin’ into the shallows to avoid the Trout… mud shad rolled and flipped on the water’s surface, tryin’ to distract me, but i knew they fed on algae and goo and wouldn’t bite my lure… Great Blue Herons were stationed along the shore, tryin’ their Luck, too… i watched them and the subtle ripples of baitfish on the move… and, i paid close attention to the Cormorants and Loons, divin’ down and comin’ up with small Trout, eatin’ ‘em like they were popcorn… they told me where i needed to be…

The afternoon slid by like this, another in the thousands of afternoons i have spent in pursuit of Fish and the Beauty that accompanies them… the Sun was droppin’ past the trees, and it was time to think about packin’ it in for the Day… not quite yet, i thought, gotta be a keeper here somewhere… clouds drifted in, accelerating the dark, then a few scattered drops fell… i pulled my anchor, thinkin’ i would troll to a few choice spots and drift and cast my way back to the ramp… there was only a couple of boats out today, nobody was in my way…

The rain picked up a notch and i stopped paddlin’ to reel up and put the rod away and head in before it started dumpin’… just then, there was a strong gust, then another… the Front hit like a ton of bricks… next thing i know, the wind is spinnin’ the yak broadside and tryin’ to lift it up… reflexes kicked in as the yak started to tip over… it was standin’ on the starboard rail, ready to dump, three quarters of the way over… somehow, i was able to lean into the wind, hangin’ over port enough to keep her upright, and pull back just enough to stay up when she fell back down… the wind was spinnin’ me around again for another go, but i had the paddle now and got in a few strokes, gainin’ a stabilizin’ speed… i paddled hard and steady, wind hard at my back, tryin’ to get me broadside for another try to put me in the cold water… i didn’t let it, and surfed into the ramp on the swells it was throwin’ up…

I got my car back to the ramp and started packin’ up… it was difficult, my hands and feet were numb from wind and cold water… in a final insult, a strong gust blew the kayak off my roof racks before i could get it tied down, but my next try was successful… finally, yak was secured, gear was stowed, and i was able to peel off the waders and get inside… i sat there ’til the heat was comin’ up, sitting on numb fingers until they worked again…

Ready to go, i put the car in gear, then quickly back in park… how could i forget… i got out of the car, stayin’ in it’s shelter , and faced the Water… i Thanked it for the Day, the Fish, the Chance to do it all over again next time, and, most of all, for the Instincts and Reflexes, the built-up Experiences that kept me in The Game today…

Did i mention my glass of wine tastes very good tonight?..