I decided to combine two of my favorite pastimes - kayaking and fishing. On Sunday I put in on the South Slang. The water is still high. With very flooded conditions, it is hard to read the structure of the water. I paddled around and wore my arm out casting, but to no avail.
I put the kayak on the car and headed down the road to Kingsland Bay. The Slang is very weedy. Kingsland Bay is more rocky. I paddled about the cliff faces, casting about for bass and perch.
I had luck getting a few small bass and 1 small yellow perch. Nothing worth keeping, but I release them anyway. I then took a few photos around the bay.
Rocky shorelines . . .
. . . forested cliffs . . .
. . . textured stone . . .
. . . and tree roots grasping stone cliff faces.
I continued fishing, and caught a few more bass. As I was heading back, I cast about a weedy area. On one cast, something smashed my crankbait and tossed it a few feet in the air. I cast back to that area, and then hooked a good-sized fish. I was only fishing 6 pound test, so I had to be careful. The fish was a good fighter. After a few minutes I was able to get it close to the boat - a 28 inch northern pike. I was able to get it to the kayak, but just as I was reaching down, it shook it's head and broke the line. You win some, you lose some. (Actually, I have a love-hate relationship with northern pike, I love to catch them, but their mouth full of teeth make it challenging trying to release them when you are in a kayak - I've been bitten a number of times!)
I hope to go camping next weekend. Some paddling, some fishing, watching wildlife. I need the quiet time.