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, September 17, 2012

A Perfect Day

Sunday was a great day.  Church with the family.  A family bike ride around the neighborhood.  Fly fishing with my friend John in kayaks on a pond for bass (thanks John).  Catching a big bass.  My son asked me to take him fishing (of course we went). And the Redskins, although they lost, scored more than 20 points and played a respectable game.  That's a great day.

Awww, son.  That's a big bass. 

The old popper trick. 

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