SamRiley
08-30-2004, 09:32 AM
They would be flipping us the bird...
Shaun and I met up in Woods Hole at dawn. We figured that with any kind of south wind, this would be about the only yak friendly Tunoid water on The South Cape. We paddled into The Hole and probed the rocks and docks. It was early in the tide and the water had not yet begun to cook. I paddle out to explore some birds (over Blues) and then get the frantic paddle in the air signal from Shaun. They are here. Water is moving, bait is balled up close to the docks... the stage is set. I spot a Gull circling above. As it loops in lower and tighter, I paddle into the zone. Sure enough, the Gull zigs and zags then dives for the chop. I'm 20' upwind when the first splashes appear. One backcast and forward haul later, I've tied what can only be described as a combination bimini twist and nail knot around my rod between the second and third guides. Tunoids splashing all around me, I sit there helpless as Shaun gets into range.... and then ties as ugly a knot as I had around his own rod. Pardon my French but we suck. We each bit off our flies and spent the next ten minutes trying to make sense of our lines. For the next few hours, there were splashes here and there but nothing as solid as the first shot. Figuring that this spot was dried up we headed back to shore, pulled out and drove to Buzzards Bay. This is where it really gets personal. We find a nice beach with a beautiful fetch for protection. We spot not one or two but three large flocks of birds over splashing fish. Problem is.... resident parking only. We dump the yaks, fly back into town and stash the cars. Literally running back to the beach Shaun says.... "you know they are going to be gone by the time we get back there, right?" Sure enough, they were. We paddle around for another hour following fast moving birds but it was clear that this wasn't to be our day. We head back in, get the cars and load up. Icecream truck pulls into the beach and as we stand there enjoying our bomb pops Shaun points back to the water.... tons of birds and Tunoids. I swear that they were flipping us the bird.
Shaun and I met up in Woods Hole at dawn. We figured that with any kind of south wind, this would be about the only yak friendly Tunoid water on The South Cape. We paddled into The Hole and probed the rocks and docks. It was early in the tide and the water had not yet begun to cook. I paddle out to explore some birds (over Blues) and then get the frantic paddle in the air signal from Shaun. They are here. Water is moving, bait is balled up close to the docks... the stage is set. I spot a Gull circling above. As it loops in lower and tighter, I paddle into the zone. Sure enough, the Gull zigs and zags then dives for the chop. I'm 20' upwind when the first splashes appear. One backcast and forward haul later, I've tied what can only be described as a combination bimini twist and nail knot around my rod between the second and third guides. Tunoids splashing all around me, I sit there helpless as Shaun gets into range.... and then ties as ugly a knot as I had around his own rod. Pardon my French but we suck. We each bit off our flies and spent the next ten minutes trying to make sense of our lines. For the next few hours, there were splashes here and there but nothing as solid as the first shot. Figuring that this spot was dried up we headed back to shore, pulled out and drove to Buzzards Bay. This is where it really gets personal. We find a nice beach with a beautiful fetch for protection. We spot not one or two but three large flocks of birds over splashing fish. Problem is.... resident parking only. We dump the yaks, fly back into town and stash the cars. Literally running back to the beach Shaun says.... "you know they are going to be gone by the time we get back there, right?" Sure enough, they were. We paddle around for another hour following fast moving birds but it was clear that this wasn't to be our day. We head back in, get the cars and load up. Icecream truck pulls into the beach and as we stand there enjoying our bomb pops Shaun points back to the water.... tons of birds and Tunoids. I swear that they were flipping us the bird.