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About Crozzbow

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    I'm a classic "Fishaholic".
    Just can't get enough of it.
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  1. Nothing major. I modified the rod holders that came with the kayak and made some adjustments to where those rod holders are located on the kayak.
  2. This morning proved to be a great time for me to be on the water fishing for striped bass. My activity coordinator (wife) decided she could cut me loose to spend a few hours trolling T&W rigs through one of my most productive striped bass haunts and I was determined to make the best of it. As I started to gather my fishing gear together late yesterday afternoon the first thing I did was load the Viking kayak onto my truck rack. I had recently made a few outfitting modifications to the Viking kayak and wanted to evaluate those modifications on the water. When the alarm clock went off this morning a had no trouble getting up and heading to the launch site it time to get there by first light. By the time I got the kayak off the truck rack and readied for launch it was 5:30 am. The water in front of me was dead calm and there wasn’t any baitfish activity to be seen. By the time I launched the kayak, baited the T&W rigs, and took a few quick paddle strokes forward, there was baitfish activity everywhere I looked. It was like somebody threw a switch and striped bass were chasing small, silvery colored baitfish in all directions. Within minutes I started picking up striped bass with my T&W rigs one right after another. I caught and released eighteen decent sized striped bass during my first 45 minutes of fishing. After that, the fishing slowed down a little, but I was still hooking up with fish at a pace that kept things interesting. By the time I pulled the kayak out of the water at 9:30am I had caught and released thirty- five striped bass with most of them measuring eighteen inches and above. In addition, the mods I made to the kayak worked out great by making it a lot easier to feed line out while trolling and recovering line when there is a need to clear line on one rod/reel combo while battling a fish with another rod/reel combo. I couldn’t resist posting this selfie of me and the first fish of the morning.
  3. LOL Back on the yak tomorrow morning.
  4. I according to the park's online site the gates are open during "daylight hours". The park itself is open 8am to 6pm.
  5. Okay, I fully admit that I’m in need of some serious intervention. My love of fishing has morphed into an addictive obsession that is dragging me down a slick path of no return. How else can I explain getting up at zero-dark-thirty on two mornings in a row to fish a couple of hours of a tide that I new would be less than productive. Whether it be the beach or time on the water in a kayak. My early morning rituals have become so routine that even my dogs won’t get up with me anymore, let alone my activity coordinator (wife). I quietly get dressed, raid the refrigerator for whatever I can find, and sneak out the door. This morning was no different. Approximately fifteen minutes after the alarm clock woke me up I was in the wife’s SUV and headed to the beach. It was a twenty-minute drive that took me right through the middle of a wildlife road crossing during the busiest hour of the day. I poke fun at this all the time, but somewhere in the back of my mind I can’t help thinking what could happen if an adult deer, moose, or turkey decided to cross the road at an inopportune (for both of us) time. When I finally got to the beach ravaged by a host of biting insects until I lathered every square inch of exposed skin with bug repellent. (I remembered to bring it along). From there I pulled on my waders and walked across the beach to the water’s edge while I debated with myself (out loud) the morning’s plan of action. While this may sound serious, it really isn’t because I never follow the plan anyways. I just walk along the water’s edge until I find a fishy spot then start casting and moving up the beach until my casting arm hurts. That’s when I’ll usually take a break to argue a new plan with myself, which as we know I probably won’t follow. Now If I continue doing this long enough I may hook into a fish or two only to release the fish after I’ve won the battle with them. Let me summarize were we are right now. I got out of bed a zero-dark-thirty to fish a tide that I knew wouldn’t be productive. I got dressed and foraged the fridge for breakfast. I drove twenty minutes to the beach on a route that took me through a hazardous wild life crossing. I fought off a hoard of biting insects. I argued with myself over a plan that I would never follow. and cast saltwater flies until my arms hurt knowing that any fish I caught would be immediately release back into the water when I disengaged all the hooks that briefly bound it to me. Question of the day…. Given the time that I typically spend on this type of fishing activity do I sound sane to you?? BTW: I only caught two fish this morning. One measured approximately 12-inches and the other one measured approximately 13-inches. They were small but very feisty.
  6. Speaking of which. Late in the season last year while trolling along in my kayak I crossed paths with a well outfitted SUP piloted by a fly fisherman who was alternatively tossing a fly towards the shore line and paddling. Up front on the nose of the board was a small dog in the terrier class attentively staring into the water. When I asked about the dog he told me that it was the best fish finder he ever owned. That got a good chuckle out of me.
  7. Last night I had to convince my activity coordinator(wife) to grant me authorization for another one of my zero-dark-thirty trips to the beach this morning as she had other plans for the day. My four-year-old grandson was coming for a visit (a euphemism for "we have babysitting duty") and she expected me to stay home to help entertain him. I successfully argued that a couple of hours of early morning fishing off the beach wouldn’t interfere with that visit. The next morning when the alarm clock rang, I had a heck of a time convincing myself to get out of bed to just spend a couple of hours at the beach fishing. The tides were not to my liking and a couple hours of more sleep sure seemed inviting to me. I took one last look at the clock, then got up and dressed for a morning at the beach. To provide some measure of protection against the voracious saltwater skeeters, that I knew would be waiting for me, I opted for a long sleeve shirt and jeans. The drive to the beach was uneventful with no encounters with the wild life. When I arrived at the parking area It was just starting to get light in the eastern sky, but the sky was still full of dark clouds. In addition, there were several load thunder claps that had me wondering whether going down to the water’s edge with a nine-foot fly rod was a smart thing to do. I just sat in the wife’s SUV until the thunder claps faded away to the point I felt comfortable enough to start fishing. As expected the skeeters were waiting at the water's edge for me in full force. However, I was ready for them this time because I remembered to bring the heavy-duty bug repellent. Unlike Tuesday morning, the the water was relatively calm with no bait-fish or striped bass activity on the surface. I tied an olive and white clouser minnow, that I tied the night before, to the leader of my 8 wt fly rod and started casting. It took approximately 30 minutes before I hooked into my first fish of the morning. At twelve inches in length, it was one of the smallest fish that I caught this year, but it put up a heck of a battle on an 8 wt rod. I caught and released three more much longer fish and two crabs before I had to call it a day and head home to entertain my grandson. Won’t be long before that entertainment will take place on the beach or in a kayak.
  8. Keep at it you'll figure it out. I think you have the right idea with bullet weight and beads just keep trying heavier and heavier bullet weights (or egg sinkers) until you get to the depth you want, with the least amount of line, at the speed you normally troll. Also, if you use longer tubes be sure too check out that it rotates and is giving you a tight cork screw action at speed. The Santini tubes are okay but I found that when you take them right out of the package I needed to keep fooling around with the bends in the tube to get it to corkscrew the way I want it to corkscrew. The T-man tubes are a bit more forgiving in that aspect. One other thing you may want to try when your in dark deeper waters are the glow in the dark tubes, the dark red tubes, and the black tubes. Keep us posted and I'll keep throwing ideas at you. Maybe somebody else can chime in with an Idea or two.
  9. How about giving us a little more detail on the T&W rigs you used out front. You picked up a tip or two from the forum it would be great if you would bounced some of what you learned back at us. Basic info on how long the tubes were, whether they were weighted or not weighted, the colors of the tubes that were trolled, and the colors that were most productive etc. can be helpful to other SOL members without being too revealing on your part. Think about it.
  10. Ouch!! I didn't realize this was such a rough sport ?
  11. Chiefy What kind of top water plugs are you towing behind your kayak. PM me if your don't want to share this info on an open forum
  12. As bad as my casting is in a saltwater environment everything feels like a trash bag to me. If it wasn't for heavy sink lines and clousers I would never get a fly off the beach.
  13. It was a perfect morning for taking my 8wt flyrod to the beach. There was thick fog, a heavy mist, fish breaking water in pursuit of five to six-inch bait fish that looked an awful lot like pogies. And, to top it all off I had the whole beach for myself during the first half an hour of daylight. When I first hit the beach, I had one of my ever-faithful olive and white clouser minnows tied to the 24-inch-long, 30 lb. test, fluorocarbon leader that was attached to my 8wt fast sink tip fly line. However, after I saw the bass chasing larger baitfish I substituted the clouser minnow with a brand new white 3-inch Enrico (EP) fly that contained some olive colored highlights. It was a good move on my part in that there was a wicked hard slash to that fly on my third cast of the morning and I was hooked up to what felt like a decent sized, hard fighting fish who was using every trick in the striped bass manual to break free from me. Unfortunately, it won that round and the fly came loose from the fish before I could get a good look at it. I just stared at the water for a minute or two, said a lot of bad words to nobody, then started casting again. Approximately ten minutes later I was firmly hooked into another hard fighter. This time I won the battle and pulled a fat 15-inch striped bass into me for release. Shortly after that I was hooked into what turned out to be another feisty 15-inch striped bass that simply didn’t want to give up. I had to spend approximately 10-minutes reviving that fish before it was ready for release. After that battle the fishing got really slow as slack low tied set in. About 150 casts (a wild guess) later I exchanged the EP fly with the clouser minnow I had originally planned to start the day with. That helped add a little action (sort of) in the three more marine creatures were quickly drawn to the clouser that I was dragging across the sandy bottom in front of me. I was able to catch and release all three of those crabs in very order. After that I was ready to call it a day and head home for breakfast. My activity coordinator(wife) had the rest of the day fully planned out for me. That, and the freaking skeeters were driving me crazy. Once again, I left the bug repellent back home in the garage with my kayak gear. Little did I know that the fish gods were teasing me. As soon as I had all the fly line back on the reel and turned towards the parking lot I heard loud splashing in the water directly to my right. I turned my head just in time to see a handful of 5 to 6-inch baitfish leaping out of the water with striped bass in hot pursuit. I don’t remember much about the first minute or two after that sighting, but I’m sure that I set a personal record for getting that line back off the reel and using it to put a fly in front of a moving mass of bait-fish and striped bass. As soon as the clouser hit the surface of the water it was engulfed into the mouth of a large striped bass. From there it was fish on and another battle royal took place. I did everything I could to speed up the landing of that fish. My sole goal was to release it in time to get another fly in front of the mayhem that was taking place directly in front of me. After what seemed like an eternity, I finally landed the 18-inch fish. I then took what time that was necessary to successfully revive this fish to where it could swim without my assistance. However when I was done, the fish gods still felt the need to tease me. They made all the commotion, that only minutes ago was taking place on the waters in front of me, simply disappear, I took a few more half-hearted casts, but I knew I was done for the day. I reeled in all my fly line and headed for the parking lot.
  14. Hey, I occasionally resemble that remark.
  15. Veeeeery Intereresting!! And all this time I thought catching striped bass, while towing T&W rigs from a kayak, while in 1-1.2 feet of water was something special. Live and learn.