I am an impatient man. Somehow despite this I love fishing, in which pretty much all you do is sit around and stare at rods, but like the old saying goes: the charm of fishing is that it is the pursuit of what is elusive but attainable, a perpetual series of occasions for hope. Actually, I'm not sure if that's a known saying or not but I just love it.
Saturday I went fishing in my kayak at the pipeline off the beach. I caught one small shark, a Ladyfish to use for bait and after a couple of hours I had a really nice hit as soon as I threw the rod out. He took off for a couple of seconds but then the line went slack, I reeled it in and something bit through the line. There's only a couple different kinds of fish it could've been, but my money's on a big shark. I called it quits after that. Later on I decided to try night fishing again. It was all just little fish biting and by sheer luck I caught a small yellowtail on a hook that's meant for a much larger fish. So I hooked him up for live bait and threw it out. After a short while something hit him hard and took off, unfortunately he broke the line not long after I started fighting him.So Saturday was a complete bust, Sunday however was a completely different story.
It's days like Sunday that makes all the other boring days worthwhile. I went back to the same spot as the previous day, this time with my dad and his canoe. Pretty soon after we stopped at the first stop I caught a decent shark. We caught nothing else there but small sharks so we moved on. At the next spot over the course of three hours or so we caught five more sharks worth keeping. I'm pretty sure these are Sharpnose sharks. They're not as big as some that we've caught before but they're still plenty big enough to keep. I'm glad I caught some sharks again finally, I was worried for my sanity for a bit there as I kind of became obsessed with sharks these last couple of months.
P.S. The Bastion soundtrack is great to listen to while writing.
