Welcome to The Bonefish Flat

There's a stiff wind in your face as you squint in the sun trying to see what the guide sees. "Bonefish at 12 o'clock about 90 feet, do you see it, mon?" You don't and keep squinting, your hat pulled low to keep the sun out of your eyes. "Bonefish at 11 o'clock 70 feet out. Come on man, do you see it?" As the guide is calmly shifting the skiff into position, this time you spot the fish, "I got, it," you reply.

"OK, Mon, Bonefish 50 feet at 10 o'clock. Cast when you're ready."

Cast when you're ready. And with that you drop your fly, roll out a cast, false cast once, and then...

Welcome to the bonefish flat.

Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Sorry For the Lack of Posts

Hey folks, sorry that the posts have been so slow in coming. I have had a long 6 months with work being slammed and the wife and I buying a new house and trying to sell the old one. To be honest, about the only fishing I've been able to do consists of watching reruns of Pirates of the Flats on the DVR.

But fear not, as with all things in life things will settle down and the bonefish flat will see a rising tide very soon.

If anyone has any good stories or pictures to share, feel free to pass them along to me at bonefishflat@gmail.com.

I'm going to try and pick things up a bit so hang with me if you're a fan.



2 comments:

  1. No worries, you do a pretty good job as is. Keep up the good work. At least you didn't try to substitute your bonefish fishing by attempting to catch anything other than shad on the Potomac this year. The Potomac was awful this season!

    We'll be waiting for your newest posts.

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  2. Mr. Flat,

    Nice to see another blog dedicated to the salt and bonefish in particular (at least in theory). Keep up the good work. I was down in New Orleans a few weeks ago and was pining for some reds myself, but being a last-minute trip my only viable option was to hire a guide and pay through the nose. I guess I just can't see dropping half a grand for reds, not for a single day's fishing. Giant bones, permit or tarpon, maybe. Anyways, next time I'll plan ahead and try to work out a way to DIY.

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