Monday, November 7, 2011

Took a Chance

Justin and I were looking for Kayak Wars points.  The York River is closer than the HRBT for both of us and we heard some good things recently.  So we took a chance and went for it.

Oops.

The schoolie stripers didn't show in numbers.  Instead we got a few small hickory shad, a 10" flounder, tiny bluefish, and a gazillion spike trout.


I ended up with a measly two stripers that counted for Kayak Wars and Justin didn't get any.  The paddle back seemed longer as disappointment settled in.  But I guess, sometimes, that's just the way it goes.  The drive back up to Richmond sucked.  The end.

6 comments:

  1. I've said it 1000 times. If it weren't for bad trips, we'd never know if we had a good one.

    Keep taking chances...It'll pay off eventually. (At least you got out, I'm still landlocked *grumble*)

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  2. WOOOOOHOOOOOO! What and awesome night. <<<sarcasm You do realize that some people would consider that a good night. Good thing we are not among those people.

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  3. I find it extremely hard to leave productive grounds in order to try the unknown. Especially when the result is poor... 'I knew I should have fished my mark' syndrome kicks in hard!. We have to try these thing, otherwise we'll never move forward.

    Still, at least you got out :)

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  4. No Way... you and Justin had an off day? Cry me a river! :)
    Happens to the best of us.

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