Both my Gal and I needed a break from our reality (daily grind) so we packed up and headed off for the weekend. We stopped at our old favorite campground north of Brown's Bay, set up camp, baited up the crab pots, and launched the old Tinnie. My Gal was smiling instantly as soon as the yammie bit hard to push us up onto a plane. Behind us reality blurred and with the pots soaking for a couple of hours we fished hard.
Wow, big tides made our pursuit for some bottom fish especially challenging, one I relished with great joy. My fishing gal and I were skunked repeatedly as the the strong tides resulted in only quick nibbles. Finally, she sunk the hook firmily into a dandy Copper Rockcod enough for our dinner. One more pass into a deep hole produced a splendided Red Snapper. We looked at each other and smiled, we were done for the day.
Quick stop at the crab pots had us smiling even more, yup crab de jour was on the menu tonight. Pulling the boat out for the night, I called over to a fellow camper and shared some our crab bounty with him and his girlfriend. As they were from tourist from Holland they were pleased to try some of the Canada's seafood.
The next day was a late start on the water with a quick trip back to the campsite to off load some more crab which we shared with some other campers from down Island. Back out to a new location to bottom fish again. Yeah, an earlier start would have us fishing slack tide, but instead we enticed 2 nice lings to accompany us back to shore after several hours on the water.... Yup, fish de jour was indeed tasty.
We stayed up late.... and crashed at 8:30 pm. Fishing and fresh air had us bagged, so we never heard the fellow campers partying late into the night. Next day was slower paced with no boating, just cooking up the crab to take home, a delicious breakfast, a walk on the beach, a wiener roast, and packing up to go home.
Once home we started to unpack when friends stopped to chat and left with a freshly cooked crab to snack on. A quick phone call to our friends down the block and they came by to pick us some red snapper and crab for their dinner the following day.
Our seafood bounty is almost gone, but we were thanked by one and all. Sadly tomorrow's reality will bite us equally as hard as our Yammie's prop bites the water.... but we had fun
Cheers