I meant to post this story the other week. Apparently there was a guy fishing a marlin tournament in the Outer Banks, NC, and caught a whopper weighing in at almost 1,000 lbs. Only problem is that everyone on the boat needed a license to fish and this guy didn't have one, sooo, he lost $1 million.
So my thought is that this one is the Captain's fault. I would assume on a big charter boat like that that the boat provided the license. Plus, when there is that much on the line, the Captain needs to double check that everyone is playing by the rules.
Easy come, easy go. Man, i think Papa would have been proud of that fish.
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.
"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.
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