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.

Monday, May 10, 2010

Chaos

Here's the seen as I try to get my gear together for the trip.



I'm leaving in just 48 hours. Last night I cleaned 2 fly lines. I always wash mine with Dreft detergent and water, rinse, and then apply Glide.

I had a tough time finding my flats boots, but low and behold they were right where I put them.

Weather is looking bright and sunny. Hopefully the wind will be OK.

Gotta run.
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