In The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe, Lucy discovers the magical world of Narnia when she’s poking around in a wardrobe. After chancing upon this unknown Narnia she becomes obsessed, there is a similar mindset when it comes to kayak polo .
Before our Austin store manager could even stock the YakAttack Track Mount Paddle Holders on our shelves, kayak anglers who had seen them on our website were calling him up to see if they were available in the store too! These paddle holders are a game changer because you can easily place or retrieve your paddle in one motion single-handed – the wheels allow your paddle to slip right in place.
Prior to working at ACK I had no idea kayak fishing was a thing. Since such a large part of my job is researching, talking about, and interacting with kayak fishers it didn’t feel right to have never gone out on the water for a kayak fishing session of my own.
If you were to go out on the water on Lake Bastrop, just East of Austin,Texas chances are you’d paddle by Michael Williams seeing as it’s his favorite spot to fish. You’d probably think he’s just like any other angler out there, but Michael is much more than your average kayak fisher.
It’s a bit painful to admit, but summer is really over. It was cold this morning (only in Texas would 68° be considered cold) and while that may have some thinking it’s time to retire the kayaks for the season, this is not at all the case!
Last week our regional manager was able to fill in for me for a half day and three of my guys from the shop were already planning on kayak fishing the San Gabriel River. I had never had the opportunity to fish it and being manager I never get a chance to fish with my guys so I seized the opportunity(especially since my Diablo and gear were already loaded in the truck!
Chupacabra Field Test I want to offer our customers a quick review of an outstanding kayak that I paddled this year. The Chupacabra, or “Chupa” as it is commonly referred to, is a kayak I had paddled previously at our 2014 Demo Days but the true test came in early June of this year when my father and I paddled a nine mile stretch of the Medina River.