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, August 27, 2012

Monday Night at the Fishing Hole

There's a smallish pond near my house that I've fished a few times without any luck. It's one of those places that you just know has fish, but you've got to crack the code. It's a great spot that I can walk too or, if I'm in a hurry, throw the rod into the back of the truck and drive two minutes to reach.

Tonight I finally got proof that they're in there. They being bass. But I still have some work to do. I was throwing a blue popper tonight but I think it lands a little too hard. I'm thinking I need to switch to a deer hair popper that might land a little quieter.

Stay tuned for more from the fishing hole.



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