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.

Friday, March 26, 2010

Save the Sharks

To start out on a positive note, it's finally Friday so I hope everyone is skipping work and going fishing. I wish I was.

For a negative note, I just read this article in the Washington Post that delegates to the International Convention on Trade and Endangered Species FAILED to limit quotas on sharks. This is a particularly disgusting practice because people will catch the sharks, cut the fins off, and then leave the shark in the water to die. They sell the fins to Asia where they are probably used as some type of ancient Viagra.

This is just unacceptable. The U.S. voted the right way on this one to preserve the sharks.


As much as flats fisherman don't like sharks trying to kill our bonefish, permit, or tarpon on the flats, sharks are an important part of the ecosystem and must be protected. In a weird way, I look at sharks like one of us. They are hunting the fish too and I respect them.

Write your Congressman or Senator and tell them your disgusted, too. Maybe we should stop trading with countries who participate in this, or at least file something with the WTO.

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