Rough night at the bridge. I looked at the Point first, but the break was too big and to far out to run that gauntlet (break-to-shore) with confidence. So I chose Ponquogue Bridge, knowing it would be a little over-populated on a holiday weekend.
Nonetheless, I set up at a leisurely pace and got into the fish pretty quickly. I have six schoolie bass in about 20 minutes. Right away, I had some drunken jackass yelling at me because he said I wasn't showing him "respect" by landing my bass within about 150 feet of him. I was hooking them about 500 feet away. I ignored him, so he cast a lure within 10 feet of me.
I reacted differently to that, briefly explaining consequences to him if he hit me, then doing my best to avoid him. There were more boats as the incoming reached its peak. But then I heard loud voices emerging from the darkness toward the south launch. I could make out three different voices, and eventually their shifting silhouettes against the confusing backdrop of lights. Any other night I'd feel compelled to advise against them heading further into the channel without 360 degree anchor lights, and to quiet down a little, but they were heading straight toward the assholes, so I simply chose to leave entirely. I ended up catching almost 30 fish. Great night for me because of the obstacles I had to avoid: lots of boats, pilings, structure and now unlit kayakfishermen. Great practice with both directions of the changing tide.
My concern are the more lasting effects of the whole night: another BWI that got away with it [From what I could make out later, when he was trying to following me, he had his silent and compliant wife with him to take the wheel should I call the cops.] and a bad rep for kayakfishermen at the bridge.
Can YOU make out the three kayakfishermen in this picture? Me either.
Nonetheless, I set up at a leisurely pace and got into the fish pretty quickly. I have six schoolie bass in about 20 minutes. Right away, I had some drunken jackass yelling at me because he said I wasn't showing him "respect" by landing my bass within about 150 feet of him. I was hooking them about 500 feet away. I ignored him, so he cast a lure within 10 feet of me.
I reacted differently to that, briefly explaining consequences to him if he hit me, then doing my best to avoid him. There were more boats as the incoming reached its peak. But then I heard loud voices emerging from the darkness toward the south launch. I could make out three different voices, and eventually their shifting silhouettes against the confusing backdrop of lights. Any other night I'd feel compelled to advise against them heading further into the channel without 360 degree anchor lights, and to quiet down a little, but they were heading straight toward the assholes, so I simply chose to leave entirely. I ended up catching almost 30 fish. Great night for me because of the obstacles I had to avoid: lots of boats, pilings, structure and now unlit kayakfishermen. Great practice with both directions of the changing tide.
My concern are the more lasting effects of the whole night: another BWI that got away with it [From what I could make out later, when he was trying to following me, he had his silent and compliant wife with him to take the wheel should I call the cops.] and a bad rep for kayakfishermen at the bridge.
Can YOU make out the three kayakfishermen in this picture? Me either.
