Paddle of SHame

Had the pleasure of fishing with one of NWKA's finest over the weekend.  What a beautiful day on the water.  Just wanted to share this photo I titled the Paddle of Shame.  Thoughts and comments are welcomed.  Spot you might want to move this to the Chum Bucket .

Scott

       There must be a lot more to this story......I can't see the shame ?
 
        Any details you care to share 

Must have gotten "Skunked"

Kind of hard to out fish or out paddle him. Must be something really dramatic

The far kayaker hooked a halibut and was on a sleigh ride, and the near kayaker couldn't keep up using his paddle.

You guys were returning from the the depths of the Straits, but found out you were paddling the wrong direction...eh?

The paddle on the near kayak was actually from the far (non-Hobie) kayak...up the ___ without a paddle...

The paddle's shaft is pointed vertical, while the blades are strapped at the bow...broken?

Practicing navigation without a compass...you go that way and look back at me...I'll point my paddle shaft to the up direction.

You had to pee, and you don't have a pee bottle...a paddle shaft will do...

Ok, I also give up with the "shame" part. How about a hint?

kykfshr can and has both out-fished and out-paddled me in the past.  That's one of the reasons I take advantage of any opportunity to fish with him.   But, he obviously has a mean streak (refer to the topic of this thread for verification)

If y'all must know.......  Having taken care of "the morning ritual" I chalked up my twisted gut to pre-paddleout nerves.  "It'll pass" I told myself.  3 miles offshore and an hour into fishing I finally gave in to the pressing reality that it wasn't going away on its own.  We jokingly talked thru several scenarios that might remedy the situation.  In all honesty, while we were having a good laugh, I was truely considering the validity of things that otherwise might sound crazy.  BTW:  This is how bad things happen.  If it sounds crazy, it probably is.

2.5 miles later, I had barely enough presence of mind to acknowlege that; no matter how terrible and insistant the pain in my gut was, I needed to spend the extra time to prep for a surf landing.  It would have been very easy at this point to justify not stowing or passing off gear.  The surf looked small and passage didn't appear difficult. 

On the last leg of my paddle of shame, the gap I was shooting for changed from a clear blue channel to a closed-out shore dump.  Decision time:  Wait and search for something better or yield to the angry monster demanding release.  Yeah, like there was really any decision here... 

In case anyone didn't know this, clenching your cheeks has a negative impact on balance.  So, as I dropped backward over the falls on the 3rd wave of a set, I was surprised to find myself still in my seat at the bottom......  This didn't last long.  As soon as the boat swung sideways I caught an edge and was presently upside down, in full clench, dodging the visicarbon and scotty rod holder I was in too much of a hurry to remove. 

Being so close to my goal of course only made the need that much more...pressing.  But there was still the proximity of my yak to the ocean I had to deal with and of course the dreaded drysuit removal!  @#%$*^^)  It was a non-stop escalating toruture of impediments with the pricetag for failure being, stewing in the product of my angry bowels for the rest of the day.


Pixter: Good eye!  Scott did, indeed, break his paddle and wound up using my rather heavy backup paddle for the day.



 

I would have just shit my pants.   

-Allen

I would have just shit my pants.   

-Allen

 

Rough! Although if the fishing was right... And the smell that wold acompany your drysuit removal
I almost loose it when my dog farts half the time!

You had to pee, and you don't have a pee bottle...a paddle shaft will do...

Haha, this sounds like a great practical joke! That's the nice thing about being in a drysuit w/relief zipper on a SOT. You get to randomly play fireboat! This was almost embarrassing at the ORC. While in the middle of a fireboat session the whale boats pulled up along side me. Didn't take them long to realize what they saw was not a whale breaching in the fog   

   Thanks for the clarification-I think--Allen.


    Much clearer now     

On a more serious note: 
The neoprene gasket on the neck of my Kokatat Angler did a great job of keeping the ocean out.  This was my 1st huli while wearing this suit.  Even thru a mean rinse cycle and subsequent swim, no more than a tablespoon of water made it thru.

-Spot-

Does Kokotat have a "Dr. Denton's" option?

http://www.google.com/patents?id=wjVMAAAAEBAJ&zoom=4&pg=PA2#v=onepage&q&f=true

I see Depenz in your future...

So when I was on Christmas Island I had some 3rd world gurgles going on.  A 2 hour ride in the back of a truck didn't help any.  We were on a timeline to get on the water for the sunset light.  But once I got on the water, I had to go.  Gotta love the warm water.  Overboard I went.  Drop trow I did.  Problem solved.   

-Allen

So when I was on Christmas Island I had some 3rd world gurgles going on.  A 2 hour ride in the back of a truck didn't help any.  We were on a timeline to get on the water for the sunset light.  But once I got on the water, I had to go.  Gotta love the warm water.  Overboard I went.  Drop trow I did.  Problem solved.   

-Allen

Now that's what I call chumming.   

I've pulled that maneuver from a surfboard on several occasions in my youth.

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If you only had a hobie you could have pulled your drive and straddled the drive well.  It is a toilet and beday all in one.

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