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bottom fishing is amazing fun and when you plan on staying on the coast thats all you can think about, i woke up around 5am on a crappie hotel bed. Not getting much sleep i threw on all my fishing wear...under garments, waders, hoodie and finally my rain jacket...just incase the angry looking clouds over our heads decided to release alittle might. A freind and i head down to our favorite jetty spot, its an oyster bed that is blocked from the rougher ocean on all sides, which means you can fish it even when the weather was bad. After grabbing my tackle and my four fishing rods that i was going to use through out the day. Normally i would only have two rods with me, but with so many different fish to catch including crab i figured id be ready for anything...
when we got onto the rock jetty, the oysterbed was covered with a top layer of froth from the mighty, pounding pacific just 30 ft on the other side of the rock wall. The ocean was dishing out 25' breakers like they were fists at an mma figh,t swinging at faces. We relized we were not going to beable to go out far on the jetty beacuse of the unsafe "sneaker" breakers. about a hundred yards from shore was far enogh for us to catch some fish, so we took turns watching the waves to make sure we wouldnt get a wet suprise. waves a quarter mile down the jetty wall were cascading over the wall with ease putting us on edge.
Keeping my eye on the fury and letting my friend get a few minutes of fishing in before my turn i noticed a wave that was heading are way looking alittle different, and standing at eye level with me. I shouted."BIGONE,GRAB SOMETHIN" and bent down and held on while the wave went over my head. I barley got wet but the ciggerette in my mouth was soaked and i was alittle damp on my left shoulder.....too close. We decided that anymore of those and we were outta there. after about ten minutes of "team fishing" we began to notice that although the waves werent hitting us, they were slowly closing off our escape route. We need to leave now or it will be closed off.
I put my back pack on and strapped the waist strap it has on it grabbed my four rods and started skipping accross the boulders that were wet with sea water, my friend was about 20 ft in front of me in a hurry as well. our goal was to make it to this 12 ft wall of three much larger rock that were about 100 ft from the beach and could protect us from the beating.
I was completely focused on not losing my balance when he yelled..."chris..big one". I didn't even look behind me, the look on his face told me everything. i headed toward the oyster bed side as quick as i could while setting my sites on a suitable rock for anchoring on to. The slow motion kicked in and just as my fingertips grasped mother earth my knees were pressed to the max by an amount of water that felt like a bus resting on my shoulder, there was no holding the weight, and as the water forced me off the rock i had no choice but to give the ocean my four fishing rods just to protect my face against the barnickle covered rocks
and then silent darkness and the taste of salt was abundant. Knowing that i was in the water now and in danger of drownding with all my gear on, i kicked twice to the surface, came out spitting out saltwater after swollowing a small amount. I was facing the spot where i had just been forced off and saw my freind getting preped to come in after me incase i had head butted any rocks and couldnt swim. Even though i was 45 ft off the wall i knew thet the same wave that pushed me in would carry me back to the jetty so i back paddled as hard as i could. when i got to the rock i was so releived and ready to get some dry gear when reality kicked back in that i was on the same rock i got swept off of and the walls of water are still coming. My tackle backpack was so heavy from the water in it and i was so tired there was no way i could carry it, my friend took action and grabbed my bag from me and said we gotta get outta here now. I barley remember getting to the beach but i do remember puking all the see water out staying warm from adreniline. and of couse then life came crashing down when i remembered my 2 salmon rods, a 8' rod with a crab snare on it and my friends trout rod i was barrowing were now owned my the sea, but i made it..... no moral nessecary....
when we got onto the rock jetty, the oysterbed was covered with a top layer of froth from the mighty, pounding pacific just 30 ft on the other side of the rock wall. The ocean was dishing out 25' breakers like they were fists at an mma figh,t swinging at faces. We relized we were not going to beable to go out far on the jetty beacuse of the unsafe "sneaker" breakers. about a hundred yards from shore was far enogh for us to catch some fish, so we took turns watching the waves to make sure we wouldnt get a wet suprise. waves a quarter mile down the jetty wall were cascading over the wall with ease putting us on edge.
Keeping my eye on the fury and letting my friend get a few minutes of fishing in before my turn i noticed a wave that was heading are way looking alittle different, and standing at eye level with me. I shouted."BIGONE,GRAB SOMETHIN" and bent down and held on while the wave went over my head. I barley got wet but the ciggerette in my mouth was soaked and i was alittle damp on my left shoulder.....too close. We decided that anymore of those and we were outta there. after about ten minutes of "team fishing" we began to notice that although the waves werent hitting us, they were slowly closing off our escape route. We need to leave now or it will be closed off.
I put my back pack on and strapped the waist strap it has on it grabbed my four rods and started skipping accross the boulders that were wet with sea water, my friend was about 20 ft in front of me in a hurry as well. our goal was to make it to this 12 ft wall of three much larger rock that were about 100 ft from the beach and could protect us from the beating.
I was completely focused on not losing my balance when he yelled..."chris..big one". I didn't even look behind me, the look on his face told me everything. i headed toward the oyster bed side as quick as i could while setting my sites on a suitable rock for anchoring on to. The slow motion kicked in and just as my fingertips grasped mother earth my knees were pressed to the max by an amount of water that felt like a bus resting on my shoulder, there was no holding the weight, and as the water forced me off the rock i had no choice but to give the ocean my four fishing rods just to protect my face against the barnickle covered rocks
and then silent darkness and the taste of salt was abundant. Knowing that i was in the water now and in danger of drownding with all my gear on, i kicked twice to the surface, came out spitting out saltwater after swollowing a small amount. I was facing the spot where i had just been forced off and saw my freind getting preped to come in after me incase i had head butted any rocks and couldnt swim. Even though i was 45 ft off the wall i knew thet the same wave that pushed me in would carry me back to the jetty so i back paddled as hard as i could. when i got to the rock i was so releived and ready to get some dry gear when reality kicked back in that i was on the same rock i got swept off of and the walls of water are still coming. My tackle backpack was so heavy from the water in it and i was so tired there was no way i could carry it, my friend took action and grabbed my bag from me and said we gotta get outta here now. I barley remember getting to the beach but i do remember puking all the see water out staying warm from adreniline. and of couse then life came crashing down when i remembered my 2 salmon rods, a 8' rod with a crab snare on it and my friends trout rod i was barrowing were now owned my the sea, but i made it..... no moral nessecary....
