You know that old saying about the best day working/worst day fishing? Well, I still believe in it, but today was pushing it.
Work was great. Only one minor job to do, which took less than half an hour. I had plenty of time to work on a small fix for my anchor roller, and it turned out good. The weather was beautiful, so I spent most of the day waiting for quitting time so I could go fishing. I called my partner and told him to meet me at 4:30 at the dock. When I drove across the bay bridge on the way home, and looked out at the river, there were whitecaps as far as I could see. The wind was blowing steady at 20 kts, and exactly opposite the river current direction. That makes for some interesting anchoring. Too bad. I wanted to go fishing.
So out we go in a pretty good chop. We anchored shallower than usual to get a little smoother water, but the wind stayed steady all evening. Pretty early on, I hooked a sturgeon with some muscle. About half way in with the fish, kerpow - my pole snapped in two right below the joint. Now I have this stout fish pulling on the line that is going through only one eye; and that eye was pulled half loose. But, being the expert fisherman, I got the fish to the net and in the boat. It measured 48", and was my first keeper this year.
I knocked it in the head, strung the rope through the gills, and tossed it back in the water. My partner had wrapped a dock line around the cleat I would normally use to secure the fish stringer rope, so - being the expert at knots that I am - I tied it to the rail. Then I slit it's throat to bleed it, and went inside to mark it on my tag. About a half hour later, I went to take a look at the monster, and the rope and the fish were gone. History. And one of the five slots on my harvest tag was filled for nothing. We tried to catch another one, but it wasn't to be.
Along about 8:00, we pulled up to head in. The fix to the anchor roller worked great. The channel was very sloppy, since the wind was still howling and the end of the ebb was upon us. But, we bounced on across with no problem until we were almost to the harbor channel. Then the motor started shaking. Still dealing with the tall chop, I limped on until we got to calm water. Killed the motor, raised it up - everything looked fine. There must have been some debris dragging on the lower unit and hitting the prop, because it was smooth when I restarted. (At least something went right.) I half expected to find my rope and fish wrapped up in the prop.
And you watch - I'll have a lousy day at work tomorrow!