Trip Two to Galesville Warf… Friday the 30th August, Memorial Day Weekend.
Trip
One to Galesville Warf.
Got there very early… almost deployed my running lights… but sun came up
with enough light didn’t bother. Parking lot was empty and as it is a
neighborhood… I tip-toed around trying to be as quiet as mouse in a
barn full of feral cats.
It was, one of the most beautiful visits to the bay in my limited
experiences. Water calm as glass… virtual no wind… and no other boats.
Worked my way farther out to the bay catching numerous perch….
As morning came about to the locals, I greeted them with a friendly
wave, and returned waves, while fishing their docks. I was assured
breakfast would be waiting for them, as the smell of scrapple, bacon, or
sausages carried over the morning mist to my boat.
I worked my way out to Curtis Point… there were tons of fishing showing
up on the sonar… and I must have caught 40 or 50 croakers and spot..
Numerous larger fish were showing up on the sonar but nothing was taking
some of the spot or other lures I was tossing out. Thinking of the
cat I kept four croakers.. That after I got home measured ‘bout 11
inches. A crabber was out and about in the area..
But I think I was having a better time than he.
Wind was against me on the way back… in my 10 foot Perception.. I rarely
made at three mph. For some reason I can almost always cruise near
4mph on the way out.. wind or no wind.
Usually I plugin my MP3 player and rock the tunes for the swim back…
but it was the slap of the paddle that was music in my ears.
Another beautiful day.
As I approached the dock… a large power boat was fueling for the
weekend. I asked if they would be soon finished because I had to
“fill-up.” We had a chuckle… and spent a bit of time chatting. They
finished fueling, and the Captains wife gave him a nod and the Captain
asked if I would like to come over to their house around the corner for a
crab feast. Obviously I was tired and salty after 7 hours on the
water, but they assured me I could take an outside shower… and as I had a
change clothes, I couldn’t resist a holiday weekend crab munch. I
docked and drove over. It was a small group.. Some of their neighbors
were coming over, sort of a quite gathering before holiday guests. A
beautiful sunset… good conversations. And while we had never met, the
infamous, “six degrees off separation” had us much closer.
I guess… I enjoy the paddle as much as catching the fish… and sometimes the journey less traveled has me catching friendships.
(As I wrote this…. A week ago..)
“Yet… I aim to meet the pilings at the Bridge soon, to bring home a rockfish or blue…
to grace the grill… and feed the cat too. “
