whiterook
01-24-2006, 03:18 AM
Here’s a story you might want to put into the memory banks if you live in the proper area. This story takes place in an estuary of the San Francisco Bay. I lived in Sonoma Ca. for a few years, hearing all about the giant sturgeon living in the area. I guess there are pretty big down there. You hear tell of the navel divers scraping the undersides of the mothball fleet, and being bumped by these monsters, to see if they are dinner. The way they tell it is, “you can’t see anything in the muddy dark water but every so often you would see a softball size eye floating by in the darkness… a sturgeon’s eye"!… That was enough for me, I wanted one!
Anyway, hearing the sturgeon are attracted to the lights, we figured to get to the slues about sunset and put a light in water. We finally found the right turnout and found the wooden walkway we were told about. This walkway was pretty old and rotten from all the mud on it. But it was better then walking in the muck that the walkway rested on.
The walkway ended at an old dock, with a fishing shack of some kind on it. Kinda nice if it started to rain, I thought. So there we are, sitting on this old dock with our coleman waterproof light, and lines in the water, drinking and shootin the chit. Not a thing in the world to worry about, when one of my buds starts laughing as says, “Look, the dock is sinking”! He pointed his light at one of the posts in the water. We all laughed, and went back to our smoking, and jokin.
After a while, he pipes up again.. “I’m telling you we are sinking”! This time we took note of all the poles… yup, there wasn’t much above the water line. It seemed as though he was right… Then it hit us all about the same time. "We're fishing in an estuary, estuaries have tides"!
We all sat there a few seconds rolling on the dock laughing so hard…not really wanting to turn around and look. Sure enough, the dock wasn’t sinking, it's floating, and the walkway that was covered in mud?.. well, now it’s covered in water!…it looked to be about foot deep, with about 30 yards to the shore.
So we decided to set it out… I mean, the tide does go out, some time. It wasn’t long after when we were hit with the notion that the shack isn’t so much a fishing hut, but a freaking place to sleep.
So, if you happen to live near an estuary' you might be able to use this one on the wife.... just remember not to bring your cell phones. This incident happened long before the advent of cell phones… To bad too, I don’t dare to use this one again!… It’s a one time shot.
Anyway, hearing the sturgeon are attracted to the lights, we figured to get to the slues about sunset and put a light in water. We finally found the right turnout and found the wooden walkway we were told about. This walkway was pretty old and rotten from all the mud on it. But it was better then walking in the muck that the walkway rested on.
The walkway ended at an old dock, with a fishing shack of some kind on it. Kinda nice if it started to rain, I thought. So there we are, sitting on this old dock with our coleman waterproof light, and lines in the water, drinking and shootin the chit. Not a thing in the world to worry about, when one of my buds starts laughing as says, “Look, the dock is sinking”! He pointed his light at one of the posts in the water. We all laughed, and went back to our smoking, and jokin.
After a while, he pipes up again.. “I’m telling you we are sinking”! This time we took note of all the poles… yup, there wasn’t much above the water line. It seemed as though he was right… Then it hit us all about the same time. "We're fishing in an estuary, estuaries have tides"!
We all sat there a few seconds rolling on the dock laughing so hard…not really wanting to turn around and look. Sure enough, the dock wasn’t sinking, it's floating, and the walkway that was covered in mud?.. well, now it’s covered in water!…it looked to be about foot deep, with about 30 yards to the shore.
So we decided to set it out… I mean, the tide does go out, some time. It wasn’t long after when we were hit with the notion that the shack isn’t so much a fishing hut, but a freaking place to sleep.
So, if you happen to live near an estuary' you might be able to use this one on the wife.... just remember not to bring your cell phones. This incident happened long before the advent of cell phones… To bad too, I don’t dare to use this one again!… It’s a one time shot.