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General Discussion about the Great Alaskan / Took some kids I went to school with fishing (tongue in cheek)
« on: August 16, 2018, 08:44:21 AM »
Here in the NW, we are known for rough water. Calm days are far and few between. On the few good days, I can get up to thirty knots, on the bad days I can get up to 12 or 13. The only pounding I have experienced is when I hit that occational big swell and get airborne, pounding my nuts into my throat. Cuts right through wind chop up to three or four foot without a problem.
Went out yesterday in less than fun conditions, heavy fog and four foot wind chop on top of five foot 8 second swells. We averaged right at 17 knots, but coming in, with the wind at our backs I was running 24 knots. I had three aboard plus myself so just the passengers were around a thousand pounds, not counting ice and gear. She is a dream to handle in rough water.
One of the guys fishing has had numerous bouts with cancer, the latest are three spots on his lungs. He lost half his foot five years ago and that poop keeps coming back to haunt him. He told me that this trip was on his bucket list and that it was the most fun he had had on any fishing trip!
I have known him since the second grade, and it is hard to watch him fight the battle! One of the others I have known since before school, growing up on the high desert of Oregon.
Went out yesterday in less than fun conditions, heavy fog and four foot wind chop on top of five foot 8 second swells. We averaged right at 17 knots, but coming in, with the wind at our backs I was running 24 knots. I had three aboard plus myself so just the passengers were around a thousand pounds, not counting ice and gear. She is a dream to handle in rough water.
One of the guys fishing has had numerous bouts with cancer, the latest are three spots on his lungs. He lost half his foot five years ago and that poop keeps coming back to haunt him. He told me that this trip was on his bucket list and that it was the most fun he had had on any fishing trip!
I have known him since the second grade, and it is hard to watch him fight the battle! One of the others I have known since before school, growing up on the high desert of Oregon.