
When I made it back to the trucks my heart was racing like a freight train. This wasn’t from the exertion of the hike. It was from the onset of panic when I realized that my partner might be in real trouble.
He hadn’t shown up at the designated meeting spot despite the fact that I’d waited there a full hour beyond our designated meeting time. When there was no sign of him at the vehicles, a series of scenarios started running through my mind. Maybe he’d been bitten by a snake, fallen and broken a leg, or perhaps he’d been the victim of a heart attack or even a stroke.
The only certainty was that my partner was in some sort of trouble and it was up to me to find him and get help if necessary. As a guy that spends a lot of time in the backcountry, I’d contemplated situations like this many times, but this was the first time that I’d been confronted with anything remotely like an emergency.
I tossed my fishing gear into the truck, slipped on my backpack with all my emergency survival gear inside, and started hiking back up the steep rocky trail as quickly as I could.
Let’s rewind a bit. As part of the Fish Sniffer staff for more than a decade, I’ve had my share of exciting and memorable fishing trips, but the last two trips I took in the month of April were at once fun and exciting, enlightening and frustrating, and in the end downright frightening.
The week started off well enough when Fish Sniffer Field Editor “Bass Jack” Jack Naves and I hooked up for a day of Delta striper fishing on April 27. Our plan was to start the day trolling and finish the day soaking chicken livers. Jack had been telling me about catching stripers on liver and circle hooks for a couple of years and I was anxious to see it for myself.
When we dropped Jack’s North River into the Three Mile Slough at Brannon Island, it was already windy and the forecast called for even more wind as the day went on and there was a strong possibility of thunderstorms.