The Bonefish Flat: The Old Man and the Sea

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, April 29, 2012

The Old Man and the Sea

It was Saturday and I had to work. I'm walking down K street in DC when my phone rings. It was my father in law. You could see the grin on his face from the White House.

It seems Capt. Willy set out on his boat, the Sweet Sandra, around 5 AM in search of the big one. In the Chesapeake Bay, that means a rock fish (striped bass everywhere else).

He put out his lines and ran a trolling rig. Not long after getting his lines in the water it was fish on. He cut the engine and fought the fish which turned out to be a beauty. Home by 7:30, it was an epic day for Bill on the Bay.