December 24, 2011 Head east, past the cruise ships, tourist traps, and taxis, past the miles of coastline, muddied by the winds of the last fortnight. Small bays open unexpectedly around corners glimmering blue through vignettes of seagrape groves, crowned by black and white reefs. Spindrift mists the windscreen, blurring details. The horizon seems impossibly far off. [...]
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The Traveler
Dec. 7, 2011: South of Chicago. 0214 hrs. Dark waves of asphalt rose and fell like deep ocean swells, passing easily beneath. The traveler’s eyes stared out blankly over wine-dark waters and a rushing, moonless night. The trees—and they were indeed trees, scattered carelessly over the landscape and leaning, drunkenly, like tombstone in a ghost-town [...]
Trailer: “Itu’s Bones”
The making of a guide. Lovely to watch. This fella probably learned to bonefish in what, a few weeks? I wish there was medication I could take for jealousy… bloody natural fishermen. Let me tell you friends, I have seen first hand photos from this place by actual, real world dudes holding these fish [...]
“More like guidelines than actual rules…”
You can’t catch bonefish until you can catch bonefish. It’s a lot like the one hand clapping thing. All the beginning bonefish anglers I know broke off their first fish, even the first few, and those are the one’s they actually hooked. There were probably a few others they didn’t set the hook on [...]
