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.

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The New Marquesa

I'm writing this from the bus on the long slog into the office. I had hoped to be home today, but alas, the powerball tickets I bought last night didn't hit so I still can't quite quit the day job.

As I was going through my life changes that said powerball ticket would have brought, the first would undoubtedly be a trip to Titusville, Fl to buy a Hells Bay Marquesa. So when I saw yesterday that a newly redesigned model was on the way, I thought the powerball stars might align.

I don't have any details yet, but when I get them I'll be sure to post them here.

1 comment:

  1. I love a really nice flats boat and I haven't even been on that many. They are just damn, damn sexy.