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, May 12, 2010
Gone Fishin'
In the airport now en route to Miami. From there, a short hop to Grand Bahamas.
Looks like good weather but a tad windy.
I'll try to post an update or two, but if I can't/don't, everyone have a great week.
Hope the fish are plentiful and ignorant. Good luck.
ReplyDelete