Sunday looked a bit better weather wise, so I headed out solo with the idea to give Fluke a shot and then switch over to Tog and scout out a couple spots.
Went deep and Fluking was terrible and after 2 hours without a sniff....I was done.
2 mile move to some different sticky stuff and mark my spot with a jug and sinker (yeah, I'm old school). Run up current and adjust for the wind. Send down the grapple and back up to within 5 feet of my float. Nice! Grab the rod and reach down for a crab...POP!! Back goes out and I'm down for the count. Lay there for a couple mins and then pull myself together. Ease up onto the leaning post and asses the situation. Think maybe I'll try fishing to take my mind off it so I cut a crab and send it down. Instant bite and swing a 3 pound Tog in the boat. Set him free and bait up again...Bam! Another keeper size. Now Sunday did have a pretty good roll and there was some fog too, so I'm blaming this on that. I started to feel sick and I couldn't take it anymore. Shuffled over the bow and took the tag end of the anchor line and tied off on the midship cleat. Undid the bow line and used the boat to pop the grapple (TG I had it zip tied). Hand over hand while leaning on the gunnel and into the boat. Took an hour and a half at 15mph and was lucky enough to catch the outgoing against the SE wind at the hook. MF'r
Chiropractor appointment at 4:00 and will try acupuncture as well. Needed a spinal epidural last time so trying to nip this one in the bud.
