Standing on the cold September sand at the North End end of Virginia Beach early in the morning, I was watching the dolphins swim by as I had to make the call that the North winds were still creating havoc with our days plan to run a Ocean Adventure. So after calling the clients to reschedule, I was headed home to regroup. On my way back I started to wonder if the leaves at Northwest River were beginning to change and thinking it would be a perfect opportunity to grab my rod and cast for a few hours. Within thirty minutes I went from my toes in the sand, to my toes sinking in the coffee colored mud of the launch area of Bob's Fishing Hole.
Heading off to the right, I slowly slide through the mirrored surface of this dark cypress river, passing under the old railroad bridge, I was ready to get my spinner bait wet.
After a very short paddle here you are completely "off the grid", its raw nature, not a sign of civilization to be heard or seen.
The sun was just beginning to shine onto the river and clearly i wasn't the only one soaking up the warming rays.
After fishing a few points on the interior islands I decided to make a U turn and paddle my way back under the railroad bridge and head to the main part of the river. Once i arrived I was greeted by the same amazing scenery. The changing leaves, orange, red and green, formed the perfect early fall pallet.
As I worked over downed trees, and overhangs, I came along a site that made me rethink the agility of the common turtle. I mean how did he do that?
Just like every adventure on the water, I was not wanting this one to end. Even though I hadn't got a single bite for hours, the perfect temperatures and conditions made me want to continue paddling for hours, but sadly it was time to turn around and head back.
I took time to take in the view for the final time as I headed back to the launch area.
As I closed in on the launch area, I passed a Great Blue Heron that was probably having much more success than me at catching fish today.
Well I'm back! Today I went from cold September sand, to warm cypress mud in between my toes. Life on a kayak! When one door closes, another is sure to open when you your taking on the world with your paddle.
Standing on the cold September sand at the North End end of Virginia Beach early in the morning, I was watching the dolphins swim by as I had to make the call that the North winds were still creating havoc with our days plan to run a Ocean Adventure. So after calling the clients to reschedule, I was headed home to regroup. On my way back I started to wonder if the leaves at Northwest River were beginning to change and thinking it would be a perfect opportunity to grab my rod and cast for a few hours. Within thirty minutes I went from my toes in the sand, to my toes sinking in the coffee colored mud of the launch area of Bob's Fishing Hole.
