The last time I kayaked was the first time in the Florida
surf. I lost a rod, got dumped beneath a wave and remembered how awkward it can
be when nature makes a fool out of you.
I haven’t been on a kayak since, not for any specific
reason, we just didn’t get out this fall like we usually do. Fishing for
pickerel at Lake Daingerfield has become a autumn tradition as they are active
in cold water.
This weekend is the first time in quite a while we got back
on the water. I forgot just how much I enjoyed it.
I brought the wrong gear, as the box was still filled with
saltwater lures. I borrowed one of my sons rattle traps but after a snag on a
cable, I was done fishing.
Instead I enjoyed just paddling, There is a wonderful
feeling of just being there when you are only interested in observing.
The wind was cold for early April and the rain hung over us
the whole time. I had my iphone for the first time on the kayak so I was able
to just take pictures of the scenery.
No one caught anything, we just enjoyed being out there and
sometimes that’s what fishing is all about. Being out there, I missed it more
than I even thought I would.
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