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, June 11, 2012

Mickey, Minnie, and Kalik

A quick update from the road. I'm not sure I'll get my interview out this week. Im in a place that normally I would dare not venture without my 9 weight.

That's right, I'm in Florida. There's a business trip at the end of the week prequeled by a little family time at the Magic Kingdom.

But, many of you true bonefishermen will recognize what I found here in Florida.

Stay thirsty, my friends.
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