With the semi-break in the weather I couldn't resist heading out and casting about a bit. I made it to Poppy at about 5 and hiked out to the point. There were some seagulls working the shallows a bit so I felt hopeful. The wind was blowing pretty good but I managed to get the line out all right though I must admit that a winter away from casting has not dulled my skill at tying the most impressive wind knots. After about an hour of nothing I decided to sweep the beach on the way back to the truck. Again nothing but a guy I met at the parking area had just caught three schoolies on plastics off the jetty by the lot.
From there I headed over to the Bourne herring run and fished for about a half hour with my version of Juro's chicken fly. There was something really big harrassing the herring and for a bit I thought I was in luck but I think it was a seal. I decided to pack it in and though I didn't catch anything it was fun getting out.
My enjoyment of the evening soon ended when walking back to the truck I came upon two guys performing an unatural act not two steps off the path and in plain sight! Somebody please tell me I was just increadibly unlucky and that the canal is not some kind of pick-up spot. Please, please, please say it isn't so!
From there I headed over to the Bourne herring run and fished for about a half hour with my version of Juro's chicken fly. There was something really big harrassing the herring and for a bit I thought I was in luck but I think it was a seal. I decided to pack it in and though I didn't catch anything it was fun getting out.
My enjoyment of the evening soon ended when walking back to the truck I came upon two guys performing an unatural act not two steps off the path and in plain sight! Somebody please tell me I was just increadibly unlucky and that the canal is not some kind of pick-up spot. Please, please, please say it isn't so!