From
the first moment I heard that our friend Steve Moyer (pictured at right with his son)
was diagnosed with a brain tumor, I knew that I wanted to do something to help his
family. My family has seen the effects of cancer first hand and I know how it can
stress the family emotionally and financially.
As we had already set the date for annual kayak fishing tournament, my first thought
was to change our tournament to a benefit. Steve couldn't work and Toni, his wife,
had left her job to stay home with him. As Steve was an avid kayak fisherman and very
well liked in the kayak fishing community, I knew we could pull everyone together
to help them out. Because Steve's illness advanced very rapidly, he passed away before
the event took place. We sadly changed the event from a benefit to a memorial.
With all the preparation that goes into putting on an event of this size, I was
glad to have the day arrive. Two days before the event one of our main sponsors, A-1
bail bonds, dropped out with no explanation. This left us with no boat to bring the
bait, donated by Everingham Bros Bait Company, up to La Jolla. Of course, as often
happens in the community of fisherman, we had other people step up to the plate to
help us out. Nate Rabasco and Dan Baggard, private boaters, heard of our plight and
offered the use of their boats for the day. They spent the day handing out bait to
the kayakers, picking up and weighing fish, they also handed out sodas and water,
which they purchased with their own funds.
With a launch time set for an early 4:00 am, my wife and I arrived a little past 3:00
to get set up and check in the participants. To our surprise, there were already close
to fifty people there. Most had been there since 2:30 setting up camp stoves and enjoying
a gourmet pre-tournament breakfast on the beach. Most were joking loudly about different
strategies for the day or making guesses as to which of the hot local fisherman would
walk away with the top prize, which I'm sure the people staying at the Sea Lodge Hotel
enjoyed listening to while trying to sleep.
Although this tournament is filled with some very serious fisherman, the mood
was not one of competition but of community, and though the stakes were high with
the winner receiving a new Ocean Kayak Prowler, one of two kayaks donated by Ocean
Kayak, prize money and bragging rights for the next year. Everyone just seemed happy
to be there to help out the Moyer family, swap stories, catch up with old friends,
catching the winning fish a distant second place in the priorities for the day.
Mark Olson, from Ocean Kayak, my wife Allene and I went about the task of getting
everyone signed in and handing out the entrants' goodie bags which included, an event
T-shirt, a pack of Fishtrap lures, a WD-40 gift pack and some self-promoting Kayak4Fish.com
stickers. Matt Moyer who had also arrived early to secure us some space on the grass
was also with us at the sign-in to personally thank everyone for their help.
Right on cue, our bait boat arrived and set anchor just outside the surf line
ready to hand out bait to the mob. At the stroke of 4:00am, we sent our friends off
into the dark in search of their prey. Although we had a large group of early risers,
we had people continue to arrive up to the 7:00 am deadline, with no rush to get on
the water; they just wanted to be part of the event.
I helped one of the late arrivers get her kayak through the surf, as she was new
to surf launches, then unloaded my kayak so I could tour the waters taking pictures
and enjoying the sight of 110 kayaks all fishing together for a cause. With this many
kayaks fishing it can get a bit crowded, and believe me it was quite a sight. Everywhere
you looked the horizon was covered with kayaks, but there was no stress, I never heard
so much as a grumble. I saw lines get crossed but a joke or good-natured ribbing always
followed it.
We had kayak fisherman of all abilities on the water
that morning and everyone seemed to be helping out the new guys. As I paddled out
the word came across the radio that Jennifer, aka Connie, had the first yellow of
the morning, a small one, but a yellow, so I paddled out to find her for a photo op.
I then came across one of the newer additions to our fold, that told me he was on
a fish for over an hour, I watched him struggle with this "fish" for several minutes
until I could take it no longer. I had to tell him I was pretty sure he was fighting
the earth. He insisted it was a fish so I let him continue his battle, I'm pretty
sure he didn't land it. As I paddled away I heard via my radio that Andy (Iceman)
Allen had put a nice Yellowtail on the boat, and as he is the defending champion everyone
was worried.
Everything stayed pretty quiet for some time after that.
Reports would come in of more fish but most were of the smaller variety. I did have
the privilege of seeing Dante land two yellows, I'm pretty sure he was the only one
to do that. I was sitting with a large group when we had a little flurry of action
and several fish were landed. I got to watch another angler fight the earth insisting
it was the catch of the day.
At this point it was about 11am and I needed to head in to get ready for the BBQ
and raffle, I then get the word of another larger yellow being landed. As I was close
by I paddle over just after Corey landed his fish. This was a nice size yellow with
an awful gash out of its back; how that fish was swimming I have no idea. I could
tell this fish was a contender, but I had not seen Andy's fish so I wasn't sure how
it would play out.
The big question going around
on the water was "Where is Todd (C-level), had he caught anything." Before the
tournament the thought was that a White Seabass or a big Halibut would win. No White
Seabass had been landed, and for Halibut Todd is the man to beat. We tried all morning
to call him on the VHF but received no answers; this just made everyone even more
nervous. Todd can be a bit secretive about his techniques and spots, so all we could
do was wait for the weigh-in. After I hit the beach I got the word that Val had landed
another nice Yellow so the weig- in could be close.
I hit the beach and dragged my kayak to the BBQ/weigh-in area, to find a tremendous
spread of food. Matt and the rest of the Moyer family were behind the BBQs cooking
up, ribs, burgers, and the best hot dogs I have ever had. There was so much great
food I'm sure no on walked away hungry.
The fish trickled in until the 2:00 pm deadline and the results and prizes were
announced.