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.


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.


  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*)

  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.

  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 :)

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


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