The new kayak got a proper CBBT hazing as I banged and scraped pilings from sun up to sun down. During the 13 hours out on the water I dealt with a fast outgoing current, slow incoming, and another fast outgoing current, along with light winds at first then the big fan in the sky whipped white caps across the bay. My search for citation specie number 3 took me to a wide range of different areas and depths along the bridge.
It started off slow with only two little togs. As the day progressed, more yakers showed up with a few having fair success. When the wind picked up, everyone else decided to leave. It stayed slow until I revisited one of the holes I tried earlier. The tide had changed and I guess the togs crammed themselves into a tight spot. If I missed getting the bait into the small 2’x2′ hole, I got no hits. But if my fiddler made it’s way in there, it got hit immediately. I pulled 8 togs out of that little hole in no time.
