Since I finished my bike rigging a couple of days ago I decided I would give it a trial run before work. I loaded up light, just one rod, tackle box and paddle. The trip to my original launch went well but upon arival, realized there aint no water in that creek on dead low. Bummer. So I decided I would try the other launch I have been scoping out, its only a half mile further or so. On this short trip it started getting harder to peddle the bike, thinking I was just getting tired, I trudged on. Got to the launch and actually ran into an old friend who was fishing from the bank with a buddy. He lent me a hand getting the yak into the water and off to fishing I went.
I was fishing Hopkins Creek (which does hold fish, THANKS for the responses guys) and just wanted to throw some lures for an hour or so. Gave the old DOA shrimp a try, nothing. Then tied on a Gulp jerk shad, caught 2 flatties. One keeper. After an hour or so I headed back, gave away the keeper flounder to the guys with a cooler and loaded the bike back up. This is where this story gets interesting...
As I mentioned before, it "seemed" like the rig was getting harder to pull. After exhausting myself trying to peddle, I figured I should examine the situation. Gave it a look over, nothing was out of place but what I did find was that the bolts that ran through my tires had backed out a bit and there was way to much play in the wheels. Causing them to rub on the inside instead of roll. Great, I'm over a mile from my house with a 60+ pound kayak that is barely able to roll. So I start pushing the bike, kayak, and gear down the back streets of Jax Beach. I got a lot of funny looks to say the least. At this point, im tired, hot, and sunburt and looking for a way out of this situation. I finally made my way back to Pennman when I crossed the street I noticed a crew working on remodeling a business. I approach them, explain my situation, and ask if they have the tools to help me. They were super nice and helped me tighten down my wheels.
IM SAVED!!! YA.
Not, I get back on the bike and make it another half block before I realize we over tightened the bolts. Crap. Now the wheels are dragging instead of rolling. I wanted to maintain what dignity I had left and reluctantly did not turn back to ask the guy for his tools again(I should have). Now I am tired as I could ever imagine, but have to continue on or explain to my boss why I will be late for work. I decide I need to find someone outside their home, ask them to leave the yak in their yard for 10 mins and return with my Jeep. A lady pulls into a driveway right after I had formulated this plan, eurika! She must have been treated pretty pooly by strangers her whole life because she did'nt even give me the time of day, even though im drentched in sweat and panting from exhaustion. Thanks for nothin! Slowly continue until I find the nicest lady in the world raking leaves in her front yard. I tell her my story and plead for assistance. She fetched me an ice cold bottle of water and had no problem with me leaving the yak for a minute. I rushed home, grabbed the Jeep and one of my Cherokee Purple Heirloom tomato plants i have potted to give her as a token of gratitude. She helped me load up, made it back home with just enought time for a cold shower and off to work I went.
What a freakin day. Ill sleep good tonight.