A lot of background here so just bear with me.
Saturday, May 10, Joe Pool Lake, north west side, along Lynn Creek (see pic).
I put in with the kayak at the Marina because it’s free there and saves spending $10 to get into Loyd Park. I’ve been planning on getting the Loyd Park annual pass as soon as the economic stimuli arrives, but have been using the Marina until then. Anyway, by the time I put in at the Marina paddle south under the LakeRidge Parkway bridge and skirt the shoreline back to Lynn Creek, it’s about a one mile paddle, no big deal.
I paddled over to my spot back in the trees, set out a few juglines, and then started dropping jigs by trees along the old creek channel. I catch a few small crappie (9.5” Joe Pool Specials) and decide to focus more on the catfish. I chum an area bait three poles, and sit and wait. I catch a dozen or so 1 to 2 pound–ish cats and head over to shore to stretch a bit and throw a lure along the shoreline for a while. Don’t really catch anything of consequence but I do notice that the wind has picked up considerably and the water back out on the main lake looks pretty choppy.
I pack everything up make sure everything is tied to the yak as best as possible and start to head out. I stay about 50-75 yards off shore and away from the main boat lanes. The wind is giving me hell and the waves are crashing into be from my right side sometimes coming over the side of the boat, I wasn’t real happy. I get about 100 yards from the bridge and see a blue and white ski boat south of me headed east to west ( I am headed east). The boat decided to turn north towards me, keeps coming straight towards me, gets about 50-75 feet from me pulls a 180 and basically throws its wake at me and my yak can’t handle a wave that big and fast broadside and it send me rolling, throwing me and pretty much all of my stuff into the water.
Now you may be wondering, maybe he didn’t see me and the turn was a last minute evasive maneuver to avoid a collision? I doubt it because:
Things I lost in the “event”
A swiss army knife I have had since I was 14
The entire days catch (was in a cooler which came open on its way out of the boat)
The cash which was in my shorts pocket (about $15)
My will to get back into the yak any time soon.
Luckily, the two fishing rods which came loose had buoyant handles so I only lost the tackle on them when the lines broke as I was trying to get the tangled mess thrown back into the boat.

I won’t be taking that route anymore. Anytime I paddle at that lake in the near future I will be putting in at a different park on a more isolated portion of the lake so I can avoid the asshats in the power boats entirely. I won’t be making anything resembling an open water paddle alone for a long time, especially not alone.
Now for the special achievement awards:
I’d like to send a big thank you to the bank fisherman who stood up and watched when I started blowing my whistle when the boat was getting real close and continued to watch as I gathered up what I could and made my way to shore. Thanks for bothering the check and see if I was OK. I hope the next guy you watch nearly get run over works for La Migra.
And to the three late-teen/early 20’s guys driving daddy’s boat, I really hope you hit a stump and sank that damn boat about five minutes later, you were headed in the right direction to do so.
I talked to a cop when I got back to the Marina. He tried to get a hold of the game warden but was informed that the warden was occupied with an issue at a different location that he couldn’t get away from.
Saturday, May 10, Joe Pool Lake, north west side, along Lynn Creek (see pic).
I put in with the kayak at the Marina because it’s free there and saves spending $10 to get into Loyd Park. I’ve been planning on getting the Loyd Park annual pass as soon as the economic stimuli arrives, but have been using the Marina until then. Anyway, by the time I put in at the Marina paddle south under the LakeRidge Parkway bridge and skirt the shoreline back to Lynn Creek, it’s about a one mile paddle, no big deal.
I paddled over to my spot back in the trees, set out a few juglines, and then started dropping jigs by trees along the old creek channel. I catch a few small crappie (9.5” Joe Pool Specials) and decide to focus more on the catfish. I chum an area bait three poles, and sit and wait. I catch a dozen or so 1 to 2 pound–ish cats and head over to shore to stretch a bit and throw a lure along the shoreline for a while. Don’t really catch anything of consequence but I do notice that the wind has picked up considerably and the water back out on the main lake looks pretty choppy.
I pack everything up make sure everything is tied to the yak as best as possible and start to head out. I stay about 50-75 yards off shore and away from the main boat lanes. The wind is giving me hell and the waves are crashing into be from my right side sometimes coming over the side of the boat, I wasn’t real happy. I get about 100 yards from the bridge and see a blue and white ski boat south of me headed east to west ( I am headed east). The boat decided to turn north towards me, keeps coming straight towards me, gets about 50-75 feet from me pulls a 180 and basically throws its wake at me and my yak can’t handle a wave that big and fast broadside and it send me rolling, throwing me and pretty much all of my stuff into the water.
Now you may be wondering, maybe he didn’t see me and the turn was a last minute evasive maneuver to avoid a collision? I doubt it because:
- I wear a orange field vest over my PFD
- my paddle has a metal shaft and orange fins and was being waved in the air when it became obvious they were headed my way
- They wear screaming “F*** YOU!!!! EAT OUR WAKE!!!! As they turned and subsequently sped away
Things I lost in the “event”
A swiss army knife I have had since I was 14
The entire days catch (was in a cooler which came open on its way out of the boat)
The cash which was in my shorts pocket (about $15)
My will to get back into the yak any time soon.
Luckily, the two fishing rods which came loose had buoyant handles so I only lost the tackle on them when the lines broke as I was trying to get the tangled mess thrown back into the boat.
I won’t be taking that route anymore. Anytime I paddle at that lake in the near future I will be putting in at a different park on a more isolated portion of the lake so I can avoid the asshats in the power boats entirely. I won’t be making anything resembling an open water paddle alone for a long time, especially not alone.
Now for the special achievement awards:
I’d like to send a big thank you to the bank fisherman who stood up and watched when I started blowing my whistle when the boat was getting real close and continued to watch as I gathered up what I could and made my way to shore. Thanks for bothering the check and see if I was OK. I hope the next guy you watch nearly get run over works for La Migra.
And to the three late-teen/early 20’s guys driving daddy’s boat, I really hope you hit a stump and sank that damn boat about five minutes later, you were headed in the right direction to do so.
I talked to a cop when I got back to the Marina. He tried to get a hold of the game warden but was informed that the warden was occupied with an issue at a different location that he couldn’t get away from.
