Things I've Lost from my Yak

Maybe it was before Ihops time.

What?!  How old are you?  Lord of the Rings was published in the 1950s.  Huck Finn was first published in 1880s...

I heard a rumor he's 97

What?!  How old are you?  Lord of the Rings was published in the 1950s.  Huck Finn was first published in 1880s...

I heard a rumor he's 97

Pretty much everything shy of my virginity... 

Rolled a few times (mostly in wakes, once in surf and once... in a marsh... stop laughin'... that was embarrassing... and messy as heck) and lost:
- Handheld GPS and VHF
- One really old "brick" style Nokia cell phone, back when they were expensive
- More sunglasses than I can count, not just to rollovers, and one pair of prescription sunglasses (funny how I don't buy those anymore...)
- Scotty removable rodholder with rod n' reel in it
- Disposable camera
- Pliers (including a really nice pair of Fenwick titanium ones... dangit), scissors
- A nice umbrella net
- Hats, hats, and more hats
- Baits, jigs, all the little stuff
- Oh yeah, and a river anchor... which I got back when I snagged the anchor line when fishing the same area... months later.

You would think I'd tie things down a bit better now, and I do... but mainly I just buy cheaper stuff.

What?!  How old are you?  Lord of the Rings was published in the 1950s.  Huck Finn was first published in 1880s...

I heard a rumor he's 97

I don't feel a day over 96...wish I looked it! Turns out my Great Grandmother ("Granny" to me) was born in Hannibal, MO in 1870 and when she was a little girl she met Sam Clemens aka Mark Twain. I have her scrap book with lots of Mark Twain newspaper clips, autographs of Lillian Gish, etc.

Granny is also the one who started the "Aytch" tradition in our family, she had an English teacher with that name and liked it.

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....the rest of the story.

Anybody remember Paul Harvey.  And now you know....or are about to know.

At the close of our recent epic day in Neah Bay I thought my 40 lb stringer of fish was probably getting a little dry on the back of my boat and I would send them into my hold to put a little chill on them, had been dunking them periodically, there was a 33" (probably my biggest ever) ling, a 28" a nice cabby and 4 big Sea Bass to send below deck.  Had them clipped to the boat behind a Rod in the holder and decided to sort of swing them around and grab the rather short line as it came around, bad plan, I missed and the breeze quickly separated  me just a bit from my stringer, just a bit more than I could safely grab for.  What now, got the paddle lets give that a try, not working and I'm getting further away, back paddle, Oh Crap they're starting sink, Well lets jig for them.....not a backlash.....Blub...blub...Not Good at all...not good at all.....thing I'm gonna puke now.

The worst part...the guilt...killing all those fish only to waste them.  I know they're just fish and some creature or creatures are giving thanks for the bounty but dang my Grampa for drilling into me the first time I let a stringer of fish rot cause I didn't want to clean them this notion that you better not kill it if you aren't gonna eat it.

 

Ohbryant, I am sorry for your loss.  I have had similar things happen to me and I know how you feel about thinking you wasted them.  It wasn't intentional so I wouldn't beat yourself up over it.  Too bad though.  That would have been some good eats.

btw - he is not exaggerating... he paddled over to me and said, "I think I need to call it a day, I feel sick."  Man, I felt bad for him.

I too have donated a stringer of fish to the waters off the Makah reservation... Twice.

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I too have donated a stringer of fish to the waters off the Makah reservation... Twice.

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Wow, thanks Lee, that does make me feel a little better

"this notion that you better not kill it if you aren't gonna eat it."
I got that lesson from my dad. He made me go swimming after a duck I had knocked down into the middle of a slough. I'm talking November on the Canadian prairies--snow on the ground, ice around the edge of the water and me a proud 12 year old that I had shot this duck. He held out his hand and said: I ll hold your gun, you go swimming.   Lesson learned!
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The worst part...the guilt...killing all those fish only to waste them.  I know they're just fish and some creature or creatures are giving thanks for the bounty but dang my Grampa for drilling into me the first time I let a stringer of fish rot cause I didn't want to clean them this notion that you better not kill it if you aren't gonna eat it.

 

What a sad experience. I hope a new stringer of full fish will be rapidly approaching you from the future. Maybe you can go crabbing in that area and possibly eat one of the creatures that ate the creatures that you killed.

I donated a stringer of fish this year at the ORC   It really sucks.

"this notion that you better not kill it if you aren't gonna eat it."
I got that lesson from my dad. He made me go swimming after a duck I had knocked down into the middle of a slough. I'm talking November on the Canadian prairies--snow on the ground, ice around the edge of the water and me a proud 12 year old that I had shot this duck. He held out his hand and said: I ll hold your gun, you go swimming.   Lesson learned!
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Isn't that what the dog is for?

Sumpnz --We were between dogs--I guess my dad thought I was a reasonable facsimile!
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