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.

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Let the Games Begin or Gone Fishing

I'll try to put up a few posts this week. I'm off and on my way to writer's week at the Long Island Bonefish Lodge. It should be a great week of bonefishing.

I'm at the airport now en route to Nassau. Apparently it is spring break so, in a strange twist of events, I'm actually raising the median age of the passengers on this flight by what 15 years.

Stay tuned for some posts this week!



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