So I drove back to Bolivar Flats and launched there with Wolfman and his brother-in-law. The surf was paddleable but there were large swells and crashing surf for about 3-400 yards out. I never paddled up and over so many small mountains in my life. These were the kind of waves that when a long yak (14 ft or more) go over it bangs on the bottom and everything in tank well bounces about 3 inches in the air.
We paddled out to the sunken ship and used it for protection as we anchored in the leeward side.
Soon Emmed1 joined us and we sat there and sat there and sat there.
Emmed1 fishing:
Finally Wolfman get a run but no hookup. I get a couple of runs but no hookup......I am thinking hardheads.......then Wolfman gets a run and hooks up! Here he is hooked up!
He caught a nice bull red and we felt good( he took pics and I am sure will post up).
Then we sat and sat and all at once the birds started feeding and three of us get good runs but no fish.
Finally I get a good run and it is "fish on"!!!
I caught this bull red!
He even had a pretty tail markings!
I had another couple of hookup and one I even got to the yak and he was a monster. Must have been 56", but when I got him close he raised his head and said "Your not BBBBBrooke" and spit the mullet.....it hit my forehead and mulled guts ran down my nose. This huge bull red, then did a tail walk for 5 yards and swam off laughing!!!
At 4:00 we packed up and paddled in.......the surf was rough (even though it had settled some) and I think three out of four of us flipped in the surf.
