After putting all three kiddos down for a nap, I felt the need to go fishing, leaving only 8 other things to push on next week-end's schedule.
Conditions were not the best...mid-70's, light breeze, over-cast...but given the options of mowing, taxes, or bill paying, I felt I had made the right decision to spend the afternoon wading the flats. Goat fish were plentiful, but other than that, I didn't see a fish over 5 inches all day. I really didn't mind either because the main reason was to try out my new Powell AXS #8, 5-piece. I'm use to the GLX, and though the rod felt a little heavier, and a little more "sluggish" than what I am accustomed to, I must say that for a 5-piece rod, it's great.
So there I was, dumb smile on my face and all standing in calf-high water when I see something finning about 80 feet at 10 O'clock. I knew it couldn't be a shark, and I was right because after looking at moving darker patches behind it I realized that it was 3 sharks. Let me just say that if my friend Phil had been with me, I would have said "Holy Phuck Phil, I'm 150 phucking yards from shore and those are phuckin' sharks heading our way!" But since I was alone, I just did a little 'panic dance' back to shallow water, increasing my situational awareness exponentially to other inhabinants of phrindly Hawaii.
Gotta start taking my digital camera out on the water with me.
Take care all,
Listen to your kids after you ask them what they did today.