Night Tarpon: A Report “Chance is always powerful. Let your line be always cast; in the pool where you least expect it, there will be a fish.” ~Ovid August 5, 2005 Light East wind, 5-8 knots; high falling tide. Young moon and 86 degrees. We hit the harbor to fish under the lights. Sometimes tarpon [...]
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Travel Log: Andros (Pt. III)
Last Chance April 29, 2005 Day V. It’s been tough. Weather. We’ve had patchy overcast skies, winds at times pushing 25 knots, but we’ve still caught fish, 5-7 pounders mostly and shots at double-digit trophies. But Dad still hasn’t gotten his ‘big one’. Sure, there’ve been some nice fish, but the mythical double-digit, the ten-pounder [...]
Travel Log: Andros (Pt. I)
Living Vicariously Through the Past April 26, 2005 Yesterday we flew out of Miami, the old D concourse where American Eagle buses passengers to miniature aircraft bound for points south and east—the Bahamas, Turks and Caicos, Key West and more, places a fly rod is pretty much required. We were treated to our first view of north [...]
Blue Fins and All… (Pt. III)
December 28, 2000 Since I had only been out practicing my cast I had no more flies on me. I carefully waded back to shore and, once on the beach, bolted for my car. I scrabbled through the first flybox I found, tied on a new fly (taking at least five times as long as [...]
Blue Fins and All… (Pt. II)
December 28, 2000 Today I’ve decided not to go fishing. Instead thought I’d merely practice casting. There is a small flat a few minutes from home that’s perfect for this—shallow water, wide open spaces, and no mangroves to grab errant back-casts. I’d even occasionally seen bonefish there, but not today; today, it was just practice. [...]
Blue Fins and All… (Pt. I)
December 28, 2000 The year is almost out and I’m faced with the very real prospect of having fished nearly all of it without catching a single one. And I mean fished, seriously fished. This year has been an almost single minded pursuit of a frustratingly elusive creature: the bonefish. It wasn’t just a weekend thing either—though I [...]
