A last minute decision


This past weekend consisted with a short, successful kayak fishing trip. I had decided late Friday evening after my previous plans had fallen through, that I was going to try my luck at fishing the mouth of the Little Qualicum river. I’ve heard nothing but great news over the past few weeks of how great the coho and spring fishing was going around that area so I thought I’d better give it a shot and am I ever glad I did!

My friend Matt had decided to join me (again last minute) and we made plans to be on the water for 9 am as slack tide was 10 am. We didn’t even know where we were going but found a beautiful launch site half a km from the mouth. When we got there, the tide was out so we had to drag our yaks over what seemed to be 18 city blocks of beach. We had finally reached the water and it was now 10:15 and the end of slack tide. There were a ton of boats, float tubes and fly fishermen peppered everywhere. We hadn’t even been there an hour and I could her a couple boaters talking about another spot (not kayak do-able in a days paddling) where double headers were abundant. It wasn’t long after, nearly every power boat had reeled in and left this ‘so called’ hot spot we were currently paddling in. I had started asking the handful of remaining diehards how their luck was and not one person had a good thing to say. I put a 4 oz banana weight, no flasher and a 5 inch green, white and black Coyote spoon on. Matt and I then decided that we would troll north past the mouth then back too our launch site. Lets just say, what happened next was NOT what I was expecting.

Literally after about 100 paddle strokes of our decision, my rod went nuts. I thought it was another rock fish but when my line started to travel horizontally, I knew I had something worth getting excited about. I yelled back to Matt that I had something on, he reeled up and paddled close to see the commotion. It was about a 10 min fight until i saw silver shine coming from the end of my line. I grabbed my net that I thought was large enough to bring a fish this size but i was wrong, man, was I wrong……..I took about 5 attempts trying to manipulate him into the net but it just wasn’t working. Meanwhile, I’m yelling and using words for adult ears only thinking he was going to spit the hook at any moment. Angrily I took one more shot and then the worst happened. He dove underneath my kayak opposite to the side I was playing him and well, dragged me in with him. (No lies). The combination of my weight being on the one side, the fish going to the other and the fact that I simply got caught in the moment lead to this.  My kayak stayed expensive side up but I was now in the water, holding onto the side of the boat with one hand the rod with the other.  Matt paddled over to me and took the rod so I could climb back in. I’m now in my kayak but my paddle is about 30 ft away and my friend is playing my fish so I’m not asking him to help. I used my net to propel myself over to my paddle and start over again. Once I reached Matt, he handed me the rod back and grabbed his net to seal the deal.  Once he was in the boat, If he didn’t smell so bad I could have kissed him. (you too Matt). The fish ended up being a 15 lb chinook. I was soaked through to my birthday suit, angry, happy and ecstatic all at the same time. It’s now 12:30 pm and it’s time to go home…….

The best last minute decision I’ve ever made.

Kayaks Used

Predator Series

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