Spoke with a couple of guys that had two kayaks in the back of a pick-up. They were looking at the wind, debating if it was worth it. They left and I seriously considered turning around and hitting the Wakulla at Lower Bridge because of the wind, but I was already there. So I launched the canoe, locked the bike to a tree, broke the trailer down and stowed it in the bow and shoved off. Got a good upper body workout against the wind to get to a Graves Creek. No fish, only one strike right in the mouth of the creek. Fished my way up Graves, but nothing was happening on the falling tide. Beat it back out against the wind and headed up Middle Creek. Again, no dice. Oh well, days like this are very rare for me and the fish probably need a break, anyway. Got back to the landing and everything put back together.
Thought I might see more critters out and about this evening, but all I saw on the ride home was half-dozen buzzards on a road-killed raccoon, one squirrel and a house cat that may, or may not, have been feral. Being in fairly close proximity to a trailer up by the highway.
Seems like there's getting to be more ducks around now that the season's almost over.
All in all, a very good ride and good workout.
