words readers Shutter humbug
I enjoyed the brief article about Killoran and Lewis’ paddle around P.E.I. this past summer [“Race Around the Great Red Mud,” Adventure Kayak online V5 I4]. Two similar trips, but with very different objectives in mind. What a great story! Hopefully the two women will be given the chance to tell their stories at greater length in some future issue. It would make a great read! And, who knows, maybe it would encourage more people to get out there and have their own adventure, not to mention raise a few more dollars for the Cancer Society! On another point, did you ask people to send in their pic-
tures for your annual photo issue? If so, I must have missed the call. I see that Dave Quinn heard the call several times, as did Paul Villecourt. Could it be that you don’t get that many submissions? Finally,
www.cam.org, listed as a Quebec source for all
things kayaking, is actually just a service provider, not a kayak site.
MICHAEL BRADLEY Cyberspace
IT HAS A CALMING EFFECT WHEREVER IT GOES.
Great to see that you read our 2005 Photo Annual from front to back. We accept photos for our Stills and our Photo Annual all year long and select our favourites from thousands of submissions. To find out how to send us photos, visit
www.rapidmedia.com and go to contact us > editorial > Rapid Media Photography Guide- lines. You’re right, the complete address for the Quebec kayaking website is
www.cam.org/~cyrd/kayak/. —Ed.
Beware the blue fish
I was in Hudson Valley Outfitters in Cold Spring, New York, telling the owner about my fishing experience in Cape Cod and he suggested that I send it to you. It was late August and time for my family’s yearly vacation
to Provincetown. I longed to kayak the open water and get some alone time. As the late afternoon sun headed toward the horizon I dragged my kayak behind me and I headed off to the water’s edge. I took along my fishing pole, just in case. I never expected to
fish from the kayak. My plan was simple: drag the boat to the water’s edge and fish from there and then ride the tide back to shore in the kayak. But when I got to the water’s edge I saw something I never expected! The water was alive with blue fish jumping completely out of the water after bunker (bait fish). The fish were just out of reach of my best attempts at cast-
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ing for them. I started walking until the water got up to my knees. The tide was starting to come in and I knew I only had this one chance to catch the biggest fish I had ever seen. So I sat in the boat and cast into the now closer school of blue fish. As soon as the lure hit the water a huge blue fish grabbed it and I was instantly pulled 100 yards into the cen- tre of the feeding frenzy. The water was red with the blood of the bait fish and littered with parts of uneaten bunker. I had to hold the fishing pole directly in front of the bow. If
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I let it go a bit to the side the pull was so strong I was afraid that I might be capsized into a school of hungry feeding blue fish. At this point the fish were jumping on the deck of the kayak with their razor sharp teeth biting at anything they could get into their mouths. The paddle fell into the water and I had to hold the fishing pole with one hand (this took almost superhuman strength) and grab the paddle with the other hand. A blue fish almost took off my fingers when I put them in the water. As I pulled the yellow paddle out of the water the corner was bitten off. It was sliced off like a hot knife going through soft butter. I was starting to panic. Not being a rich person, it never oc-
curred to me that I could just throw my fishing pole overboard and be done with it! It was at that point that the fishing line was bitten off by another fish and I was free, or so I thought. As I slipped my fishing pole into the kayak and started to slowly paddle back toward the shore the ends of my paddle and my drip rings got chewed to bits. Fish were jumping sometimes 12 to 16 inches into the air and landing so close to me that I got the splash on my face. The school had to be at least six to ten square city blocks. For those of you who have been in this position you know that every word here is true.
JONATHAN GALENTE Bronx, New York
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