It’s been a while since I’ve been in kayak. In fact, I’ve not spent much time at all in a ‘yak since our Pecos trip in June when I lost my own kayak. I’ve still not replaced it, even though I Iost it over a month ago, and I guess you could say that I’m still in denial–but that’s a different story.
When I got an opportunity to fish with some of north Texas’ best ‘yak anglers this weekend, I was humbled by their offers to loan me their spare ‘yaks; I even got an offer from someone as far away as Houston. In the end, though, I accepted an offer from Texas Mike to loan me his sit-on-top Cuda 12. He doesn’t know it, but this is his new nickname. Despite his diminutive 5’6″ frame, Mike is a well respected angler and a Texas size presence in the local kayak fishing community. He is also known for routinely CPRing the giant largemouth bass that inhabit our impoundments.
I’ll be paddling Texas Mike’s kayak tomorrow, and I hope I get even just little of his fishing mojo along with the ‘yak. No matter what, though, tomorrow’s fishing will be something new for me–a kayak fishing tournament. I don’t know how I’ll do, but in the end it doesn’t matter because I’ll be back in a ‘yak, fishing with my son Dan and some of north Texas’ finest ‘yak anglers. What else could I ask for?
Lone Star Chronicles – Life, Liberty & the Pursuit of Fish