I’ve been running to PC whenever the surf is down enough for me to launch. I just love the fishing out there – anyone could really do it…
This time I brought a crab pot with me. I’ve never tried crabbing out there before, but I usually see one other crab buoy, so I figured I’d give it a go. I just took the one pot (oregon limits 3 pots/person) just so I didn’t have to worry about all the extra gear for nothing.
I found a spot on my Navionics software that showed a sandy bottom area just a halfmile from where I focus most of my PC fishing. Dungeness Crab prefer the sand, so I really wanted to make sure I had it set. There are Japanese Red Rock crab all over the place too. While they’re perfectly edible, and tasty, they’re a PITA to deal with.
Its just barely over a mile from the launch site, which is in the upper right part of the beach, and yesterday I had a good outgoing tide that helped me move along. I got out to the area and put the trap together
Once the trap was in the water it was time to get to fishing!
I started my paddle back up to Haystack but stopped here and there when I found some structure.
At one point the birds on the rock (which there are THOUSANDS) freaked out, swarmed, screamed, and finally settled in the water about a halfmile from the rock! They weren’t diving to indicate bait, so I just sat back and watched. Then something happened…
Yeah, I dunno what happened to my measuring board. I’ve not found it since I got home.
I kept working my way closer and closer to the rock. Fishing was decent, but not nearly fast-and-furious as I’ve seen it before. That was the only ling I saw on the day. From there on it was just cabezon and rockfish.
Then my rod doubled over.
It was a fight, and sorry, no video this time. Twice I had nearly had the fish to the boat when it turned and headed back down to the bottom. What surfaced was a big ol’ Cabezon. I didn’t know how big, but I knew it was much bigger than any other I had before. He went on the stringer and I continued fishing.
Every once in a while, while hanging off the side of my kayak, that fish would try to free himself from the big game clip running through his jaw. Every time he did, I thought I was able to be tipped over by a sea lion. Holy crap that thing was strong.
Eventually I snagged up enough to call it a day. I only had a few left over leaders tied up from the Oregon Rockfish Classic, and hadn’t tied up any more. I stowed the gear and made the paddle back down to the crab pot.
Can’t run the video and pull crab pots at the same time so nothing from that. But there was BIG dungeness and one lil one. I didn’t even need to bother measuring the big one, I knew it was legal, and the lil one was way too small. Two crab in the pot after a 3 hour soak – that’s good enough to me! Next time I’ll bring all three pots with me.
Thats the big cab!
When I landed on the beach I was greated by a ODFW biologist, her measuring board, scales (yes, she had two) and her notebook. The cab ended up at 24″ and 9.5lbs! Definitely a pig.
and, there’s the crab, which are not photogenic when being held in the air in such a fashion
If I can get out next week, I think I’m heading way out for deep water – gotta find myself a halibut!