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 30, 2012

Third Time the Charm?

...Not on Wednesday night. I snuck out to the pond again to try and get another bass but still no luck. Some of you gave some good tips in the comments section so I tried a few. I started with a nymph but the grass is pretty heavy where I've seen the fish action so that was difficult. I then tried to go small with a micro popper (not sure if that's a real term, but if not, you heard it on the Bonefish Flat first) and no love. Then I went big with a large popper but no love there either.

This picture stinks, but it's the moon and the moon shining in the water.

Admittedly I got to the water late and ran out of time before I could really get into a rhythm. But it was good to get out nonetheless. Everyone needs a local spot where they can toss a fly rod in the back of the truck and just go.

Stay tuned, I've got a feeling tonight's the night!

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