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<blockquote data-quote="SkunkedAgain" data-source="post: 3034495" data-attributes="member: 127677"><p>I'll put it in the best hunting story thread. Everything other than the bear incident made it an amazing trip. Good enough for me to put in for that unit again.</p><p></p><p>Another story since folks are talking fishing. Around the time of my first job, July 2011, my younger brother and I really wanted to get into coastal fishing. I was working in Fort Worth, and he was in Arlington Texas. We both bought 16ft sit on top kayaks and started buying gear for fishing reds in the gulf and doing beyond the breakers stuff. </p><p></p><p>So the week of our first trip we find out a storm is brewing up in the Gulf. News says it will only be a tropical storm. So my brother and I who grew up in Waco, several hours from the Gulf, think it's nothing but child's play. We made the trip down to Rockport one Friday after work, drove all the way into the AM to get there. Threw a tent up on the beach and went to bed somewhere around 3am. News said the storm was going to hit in the afternoon so we wanted to fish a couple hours before it hit. Woke up Saturday before the sun and look out to 5'-6' waves. We decide that we are going out, it's called beyond the breakers right? We loaded up our kayaks, tied everything we could down, sat down and paddled as hard as we could straight for the waves. </p><p></p><p>First wave hits...we are good. Paddle paddle paddle, second wave...we are good...paddle paddle paddle...up another one...down again. Adrenaline is through the roof. I look over and my brother is going hard, head down and paddling. I keep going, foam all over the water. Up another wave....and all I can see in front of me is wave after wave after wave...endless white crested waves under a gray dawn sky. Waves taller than us sitting on those kayaks. Then I hear it.... "I'M TURNING AROUND DAVE!!!!!!". </p><p></p><p>I look back and see that we are about 200 yards out. My brother starts turning around in the valley between two waves that seems a little wider than the others. I go over the next wave and start to turn around in that valley. I manage to get it turned around in time for the next wave to hit me from behind. Wave picks up the back of the kayak and takes me for a ride like a surf board. The kayak starts to go sideways and I can't get it to straighten up. The kayak goes hard right and sends me under. I come up and am immediately slammed in the face by the kayak. I try to swim as hard as I can with the wave to get away from the kayak. I come up, get a breath, and open my eyes to the kayak being slammed into me again. As I'm under water I remember a conversation with a friend about kayaking. "Never let a kayak be between you and a wave." I stay under and swim under the next wave. I come up and see the kayak past me being rolled by another wave. I take my time swimming to shore, staying away from the kayak. </p><p></p><p>There we are in the early morning sun on a beach in Rockport. My brother's experience was similar to mine. We pull our kayaks in and see that we lost almost nothing. We go straight back to our Jeep and go to sleep. I wake up a few hours later to sand being thrown in my face by a stuck minivan. My brother and I, along with a whole group of girls, get the minivan out. We are hanging out with the girls on the beach watching the waves roll when the storm finally hits. I took the attached picture a few minutes before the wind hit. I was walking up to the beach, storm hit and all the girl's hair went straight back from the wind. Apparently it got upgraded to a category 1 hurricane.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="SkunkedAgain, post: 3034495, member: 127677"] I'll put it in the best hunting story thread. Everything other than the bear incident made it an amazing trip. Good enough for me to put in for that unit again. Another story since folks are talking fishing. Around the time of my first job, July 2011, my younger brother and I really wanted to get into coastal fishing. I was working in Fort Worth, and he was in Arlington Texas. We both bought 16ft sit on top kayaks and started buying gear for fishing reds in the gulf and doing beyond the breakers stuff. So the week of our first trip we find out a storm is brewing up in the Gulf. News says it will only be a tropical storm. So my brother and I who grew up in Waco, several hours from the Gulf, think it's nothing but child's play. We made the trip down to Rockport one Friday after work, drove all the way into the AM to get there. Threw a tent up on the beach and went to bed somewhere around 3am. News said the storm was going to hit in the afternoon so we wanted to fish a couple hours before it hit. Woke up Saturday before the sun and look out to 5'-6' waves. We decide that we are going out, it's called beyond the breakers right? We loaded up our kayaks, tied everything we could down, sat down and paddled as hard as we could straight for the waves. First wave hits...we are good. Paddle paddle paddle, second wave...we are good...paddle paddle paddle...up another one...down again. Adrenaline is through the roof. I look over and my brother is going hard, head down and paddling. I keep going, foam all over the water. Up another wave....and all I can see in front of me is wave after wave after wave...endless white crested waves under a gray dawn sky. Waves taller than us sitting on those kayaks. Then I hear it.... "I'M TURNING AROUND DAVE!!!!!!". I look back and see that we are about 200 yards out. My brother starts turning around in the valley between two waves that seems a little wider than the others. I go over the next wave and start to turn around in that valley. I manage to get it turned around in time for the next wave to hit me from behind. Wave picks up the back of the kayak and takes me for a ride like a surf board. The kayak starts to go sideways and I can't get it to straighten up. The kayak goes hard right and sends me under. I come up and am immediately slammed in the face by the kayak. I try to swim as hard as I can with the wave to get away from the kayak. I come up, get a breath, and open my eyes to the kayak being slammed into me again. As I'm under water I remember a conversation with a friend about kayaking. "Never let a kayak be between you and a wave." I stay under and swim under the next wave. I come up and see the kayak past me being rolled by another wave. I take my time swimming to shore, staying away from the kayak. There we are in the early morning sun on a beach in Rockport. My brother's experience was similar to mine. We pull our kayaks in and see that we lost almost nothing. We go straight back to our Jeep and go to sleep. I wake up a few hours later to sand being thrown in my face by a stuck minivan. My brother and I, along with a whole group of girls, get the minivan out. We are hanging out with the girls on the beach watching the waves roll when the storm finally hits. I took the attached picture a few minutes before the wind hit. I was walking up to the beach, storm hit and all the girl's hair went straight back from the wind. Apparently it got upgraded to a category 1 hurricane. [/QUOTE]
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