I got out fishing and to meet some other fishers from fishing minnesota. They were not there yet so I got my yak in the water and putzed around in front of the landing.
I must have hit a boat wake sideways and over I went!
No big deal, I got good at flipping it over last summer and getting back in, but for some reason it was not working that way today, I couldn't get it back over. It was quite embarrassing as there were a ton of people watching me flounder about, probably sure I was about to drown. Luckily no one called 911 anyways. Someone in a bigger motorboat came out to lend a hand, they took my yak and fishing gear and brought it to shore for me and left before I could thank him. I got to slog my way to the ramp, a sea kayaker came up to offer me a tow, that was cool, got all my stuff together, except my anchor, oops forgot to tie it on, now it is on the bottom somewhere.
I had my dry top and chest waders on so I really didn't get too wet even though I was swimming for a bit, so I decided to head back out for some MORE fun! First I had to convince some of the concerned people on shore that I was not cold and going into hypothermia.
I told them I was not very wet and not cold at all. (I guess that is what all people say right before they freeze to death!)
I was a little clammy I guess with some water in my feet area and my seat, but I warmed up fine paddeling up stream.
Reelemin was up stream aways and didn't get to watch my dunking. Franchiz then came out in his cool looking rigged up fishin yak. we decided to try paddeling to the dam to try some of my spots but the water was really flowing hard and I was not up for another swim so we decided to just drift down and fish. about half way back with no bites I got a snag. I paddled up past it til it appeard to be free, then drifted back towards it, only it was still snagged. and I was drifting so fast , no time to open my bail...SNAP! there goes my rod in two places! bummer, looks like I got a dunking, a skunking and lost my rod too, oh well, still had a blast! am I crazy or what?
but I met a new fishing friend,and I never did get cold!
Franchiz in his cool yak
I'll be back, but I want the water to go down about three feet first so I can get to my favorite spots!