It was a dark and stormy night.
So last evening I took out a couple of rookie rod-holders named George.
Senior is from Ontario and visiting so this was a bit of a "bucket list" event for him and Jr. made great company and helped Dad as required, whilst doing a fine job of fishing himself.
Alas, I started us off badly by rowing out at the north end of the pool, somehow oblivious to the combination of SE wind and ebbing tide current which should have alerted me to stay away from the bar.
I've been stuck there before. (sigh)
After a wasted 15 minutes or so I did the only sensible thing and rowed back to the beach where George Jr. flashed up our trusty engine and we motored down to where we should have started.
DUH!!!
We set up nicely south of most of the pack and slowly back-trolled our way northward through the pool, deftly dodging everyone as they all held position much easier than I'm able to in my slightly higher and heavier boat. I thought the plugs were working well and tried to stay focussed on the rods as they wiggle-wobbled the message as to the actions of the plugs, working away in the depths, but I did notice it getting darker all around us.
South of us the skies grew darker and then a very large area of rain became visible, particularly when it was momentarily backlit by a large lightning flash way off to the southeast of us.
The thunder was faint and took some time to he heard, so it wasn't that close to us, but the rain seemed to be closing in and a few drops were being felt.
The drops increased as did my concern for the Georges as neither had raingear with them and I didn't want them to get caught out and be sitting in a rowboat in the wind whilst being wet.
In addition I'd been rowing steadily for and hour and a half and the wind was still a factor which meant there would be no rest for the rower should we stay out.
We decided that I'd drop them off on the beach at the clubhouse, where the family waited, and I'd take the boat home.
We managed to land them safely and dry for the most part and I motored down the spit to my mooring spot.
By the time I'd put the boat and gear away and returned to the clubhouse the wind had died, the rain had ceased and the water smoothed out just like that.
There were also two boats hooked up and fighting fish while the other diehards worked their way back and forth hoping to get bit too.
Two minutes later the third cry of "Fish on!" rang out and another rower scurried for the outside as the rod-holder hung on for dear life, no doubt grinning like a madman.
So, between starting off badly and then abandoning the pool early, just before a "bite" came on and things cleared up, it was not my most glorious moment. LOL
In the end there were two fish weighed last night, a 20 and a 27. The other was lost at boat-side so shall remain a "might have been" only.
This morning there was a short bite resulting in two under-sizes weighed in, so we're still at one Tyee only.
Maybe we'll change that tonight.
At least I know where I'm NOT going to start, if nothing else.
Take care.
Link to a must read thread....in case you missed it.
http://www.sportfishingbc.com/forum...edition-From-reverie-to-pucker-and-back-again