Mornin’;
…not sure if any, or all of you guys have seen this or not. This was posted on another Kayak forum. Guy in Texas had his day messed up. It is a good eye opener to how a day can go from good, to bad, to worse. Enjoy.
This is on the Texas Gulf Coast Saturday. I was 250 miles north of Moody at Glen Rose in a flycasting seminar. The temperature there was 44 degrees and the wind was blowing 35 mph; it was probably much the same on the coast where the wind blows all the time, and it does get cold in the water. I’m posting the original message by Moody here for every one to read and learn from. He survived; you probably would not:
Took the brand new bought tuesday night prowler big game out this morning. Went down beach access road one this morning in Port A and was greeted with nasty, nasty surf, looked like chocolate milk. Decided to give the yak its test run, threw in two rods, about $80 worth of equimpment and headed out. Going out was easy, it was a bit squirelly wiht the bad North wind, but nothing horrible. Wind was maybe 15mph this morning early here. About the time I cleared the chocolate milk I got into some smooth water and the bait was swarming and the smacks where tearing them up. So I made about 3 casts and realize the wind is now howling and I am headed out to sea. So I stow the road and make for shore. I played hell getting back into the breakers, and as I hit the first big section of swells right before they broke I came up on top a really large one. I felt the tip bow start to rise and the next thing I know I am sliding backwards down the backside of a swell paddling like hell. I literally dropped off the back stern first and the yak went all the way to the seat back into the water and dumped me backwards.
I came up with a sore head from being whacked by the yak and had a firm grip on the paddle strap. I tried twice to reboard it and both times the wind helped to flip it clean over. I tried it with my face to the beach and my face out to sea, nothing wor
