Friday, November 21, 2014

Slack Tide

"There is a moment sailors call Slack Tide, when the tide is neither coming in nor going out, perfectly still. A moment frozen in time when the world seems to stop and briefly rest. Everything is quiet, peaceful, tranquil, undisturbed." With no water moving the fish stop biting and I put down my rod and soak in my surroundings. This brief window allows me to eat my lunch and visually capture the kelp forrest that I am now motionlessly floating in. The suns warm glow illuminates kelp stringers as baitfish weave through her maze. 

This pause in time is short lived and as the tide and wind pick up its serene veil is lifted. I pitch a swimbait in heavy cover anticipating the next strike that will jolt me out of my meditative state.