A Paddle and Flyfish

With 40° forecast I was keen to get on to the coast. There would be no swell, so I thought a canoe paddle would be in order. 

On the scene Cuddy the dog was vehemently opposed and  baled out twice, the second time he dived into the water and he hates swimming!

I lashed him to the deck and gave him support. He worked at it but never settled and was a pain all day. 

I actually really enjoyed it. Using a single paddle was a challenge to learn, but once I got it felt I had good control. I had an early lunch to help Cuddy settle. I packed a salad and cold can. I even used my folding chair, and felt pretty spesh. Afterwards, the NE kicked in, so we hugged  the beach  (Taylor's) heading north. Up in the mangroves I tied the canoe to stop it drifting and rigged my fly rod for the first time in twenty years or so. Using a weighted fly iscaxbit of a cheat, but casting into the wind is really testing, so to manage a half hours casting was a real win. No fishies were seen, but that was no great disappointment. 

I took coffe making gear, but the breeze was too strong. 

A good day.