Thanks for the feedback, gentlemen. While I'd be suprised if this thread doesn't, I don't know, eventually turn into some silly internet-pissing-match? A practical guarantee these days from my observations on the sidelines. Being somewhat doomed from the get go and destined to be either, closed. Or, worse, a public opportunity for the, catty types, to do, well, what they do best. I really appreciate the good vibes thus far.
Along the same lines, allow me to take this opportunity to say thanks, for the posative feedback via private messages and e-mail. Without the likes of you and everyone who's already replied? I wouldn't bother. While it should go without saying -- if you try to please everyone? Rest assured, you'll end up pleasing no one. That's not advice by the way. Just the facts.
Anyway, as promised, here's your next instalment of inspiration in a can. So to speak. Photos that will either fuel your rage to toss your silly computer into the fire. Write some silly back-handed compliment -- spewing hatred toward the internet and all who participate. Or, God forbid, get off your a$$ and go fishing. Entirely your choice, of course; as I don't have a horse in that race.
Also, hold off (if you can), in regards to not all of the previous photos being caught the day prior to my last post. As this thread continues, rest assured, the photos will become more and more current. While I had intentions of uploading a boat load of photos? My Mac had crashed the same day. True story. Relegating me to write last week's post on an, I-Pad. You know, hunting and picking, as I type with one finger? So, some photos here will complete the teaser images you might have noticed last week.
Like this session as an example. Yeah yeah, another silly bendo-shot -- what's he hooked on the bottom -- kelp -- the Loch Ness Monster?
Yeah, it pretty much feels like you hooked the bottom. Until you realize that you're flying off into the sunset. With line smoking off the reel and some guy screaming to turn the damn handle.
Followed by the realization that a Hobie Outback lacks proper fish storage. A good problem to have if you asked me.
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Originally Posted by Fish Taco
Excellent photos Josh! Love the idea of "Fish-Porn-Friday"... look forward to seeing more...
...but you know what I look forward to even more?
...becoming one of your clients!!!
I just relocated last summer from Long Island, NY and have only been kayak fishing about 2 years... I REALLY need to get dialed in here and desperately want to nail my first yellow off the yak (and LJ would be a nice place to start)... I'm up in Redondo Beach now... as soon as I get over this impinged nerve in my spine and get healthy again... I want to book something with you!
Thanks again for the great images!
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Thanks for the kind words. And don't you worry. La Jolla and I aren't going anywhere. Whether it's this season or next is entirely up to you. Rest assured, it would be wise to heal up completely before we hit the water. Because injury or no injury? If the trip goes my way you'll be crying, for sure, by day's end. The good kind of pain, of course.
While it's always hard to tell true size in a fish photo. This specimen had a fifty inch fork length and was easily forty five pounds. A true beast. One of two for the lucky fellow on this blessed day.
The only thing cooler than pulling on fish by yourself? Easy. Pulling on fish with one of your fishing buddies who came along with you.
And if your fishing partner for the day catches a second prize. What else is there to do, really.
A little healthy competition never hurt anyone if you asked me. Besides, you could always arm-wrestle to see who drives back. Or fight on the beach upon landing. I'm guessing beers all around, though, in this case.
Some kook with a forty-four pound Yellowtail. I heard him crying about his arm after the fight. Sissy.
I don't know who the hell he is, but he's always on the water -- and on my spots.
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Originally Posted by William Novotny
Well color me inspired! Beautiful shots there Josh.
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Thanks, mate. Strangely enough I was headed your way the day of your untimely distress (the sinking battle-ship). As I noticed a kayak in the distance looking a bit strange, going full throttle, I also noticed the boat pull up alongside. Then head off; to turn right back again. Here's a photo from the crazy-windy-day you witnessed first-hand.
Certainly not a good day for a leak on a kayak; as you can attest. Shit happens. Your time (when everything falls into place) will come soon enough.
The Pacific Ocean isn't going anywhere. Little boats in big wind just don't mix that well. And a fish, or three, just isn't worth it.
Oh yeah, then there's these things. I know they're beautiful to look at, but are they good to eat? Ask this guy. Boom -- the shot heard around the world. Why everyone loses their mind over White Sea Bass every season is beyond me.
While it's hard to call a guy who stands, six foot six inches tall, a kid. I certainly wouldn't anyway. Nevermind the fact that he'd make you look like a fool on the Tennis court.
I can say with confidence that this, um, kid would fish circles around 99.9% of the members of this board -- all by himself. Guaranteed.
So take a good look at the future. And, good luck beating his White Sea Bass if you're in WCW this year.
Then there was this one day. At band camp...
Where I finally found the one I'd been looking for. Seriously, though, If you don't already free-dive? It's probably too late to start. Trust me, they're not worth drowning for. If you think kayak fishing is dangerous -- you have no idea.
Here's my friend, Dylan, who just got out of the Army -- with his cherry popper.
I felt bad after taking him diving on this occasion. Since this day pictured, he's about as frothed-out as anyone of my clients suffering from ghost fever at the moment. Wet dreams. Nightmares. You name it. Sorry, guys; don't blame me -- blame the damn fish!
I might as well address the fact that none one of these White Sea Bass were caught at La Jolla. Not one; God as my witness. So before a mass of folks load up on gas and head South? I'll give you a big 'ol hint.
Find one of these Pelicans and they'll lead you to the promise land. Strangely enough, all the kayakers I noticed in this area only target Halibut off the beach. Or, Calico Bass, with ultra-light trout gear. To each his own I suppose. But, around this breakwall I absolutely destroyed the ghosts this season.
Oh, before anyone starts whining (whether or not it's the same two guys who always whine -- or someone else in their place). You know, about this not having a place in the fishing reports section?
Don't call it a comeback.
