Fishing With the Devil

It was a sight - or so I’ve been told. An odd duck family moving down the intercoastal. Gavit’s nineteen-foot Action Craft momma skiff followed by six Adios babys with a Chupacabra ugly duckling bringing up the rear. A daisy chain of bobbing boat birds. The Diablo brood was on the move.

Twenty–three miles, two-and-a-half hours. The same twenty-three miles we smoked in forty minutes the next day. Bless Thomas (Diablo Paddlesports' co-founder), Gavit and Brandon for their patience and care in keeping the watercraft from ending in a wad.

Two-and-a-half hours. Ugh.

But it was worth it.

The sturdy boats gave us the flexibility to come and go on the flats as we pleased – alone or in numbers. Take it out, stake it out, and walk the flats. Stable enough to scout or fish from - standing or sitting high, dry, and comfortable in the Larry chair.

Gavit suggested that such a thing has never been done before – a concerted assault on these waters by a group of kayakers. We certainly got some strange looks from the guided skiffs that occasionally wandered through our domain.

Where did you come from?

If Gavit's right, I don’t understand why no one else has done it. It was an absolutely perfect way to attack the far-flung flats.

Fishing with the devil.

I want one.

Note: A huge thanks to Thomas Flemons for towing the fleet out and turning us loose on the flats with his boats. It was a fine gesture. Better yet, it was great to have him around.