I saw 3 or 4 swimming straight at me. It was almost surreal. I did exactly as you had described in the book and without a hitch dropped the tan Crazy Charlie about 2 feet in front of the lead fish. I watched astonished as he just kept coming with intent and then tipped…
Loved this story over on diybonefishing.com. It realistically depicts the challenge (and rewards) of catching the Grey Ghost of the flats on fly by yourself. It also demonstrates why some instruction—in this case Rod’s very useful book—is better than trying to figure the whole thing out from scratch.
Bonefish are pretty much 180 degrees from the species most anglers target on fly. Everything, from the presentation to the hook-set is wildly different from what we’re used to. I see it every day I guide. If you cast past the fish and pull the fly towards them: game over. If you “trout set”: game over. If you roll-cast and rip the water: game over. If you use tippet with the letter X anywhere in it: game over. Walk the flats and blind cast: game over.
Rod’s book contains the fundamentals of targeting bonefish on the fly and helps clarify all these issues. After that, it’s just up to you get out there and do it!
If you haven’t already subscribed to Rod Hamilton’s blog on that site, you should. Weekly stories, fishing reports and tips to get you fired up (and more prepared) for that next flats fishing venture.
Here, I am slow motion. Layers of break-neck life peeling away. I know it’s the wide-open expanse of frontier plainsong. Forever rolling and howling as the speedometer pushes 85 and The Grateful Dead wander their highway through Althea in Nassau. I am small here.
If you haven’t yet, you should head over to FishingPoet and read the rest. I usually try to stick to salty subjects here on FlatsWalker, but some stuff is simply so good you’ve got to make allowances. Besides, it certainly falls under the heading of “Spilled Ink”.
Rod Hamilton over at DIYbonefishing.com is giving away tons of stuff, including a FREE bonefishing trip to Long Island, Bahamas. There are also weekly prizes like fly rods, etc. All good stuff!
Rod is the author of Do It Yourself Bonefishing, the latest must have book for DIY anglers interested in connecting to the grey ghost of the flats, both on their own and guided. Along with Kirk Deeter, Rod has put together a great volume full of practical angling advice and a fairly comprehensive list of places to fishing. The best part is Rod has considered both the adventurous, hard-core angler and those who have to consider fitting in a few days of fishing on a family trip. I highly endorse it (and not just because I just received my autographed copy a few days ago).
WARNING! * ¡AVISO! — Gratuitous Self Promotion ahead.
After awaking from his concussion Jack wouldn’t remember a thing. He wouldn’t remember the rooster-tail shooting up his leader as the bonefish streaked off with his carefully placed fly. He wouldn’t remember the tarpon as it hung crescent-shaped in the air before crashing down, punching holes in the Caribbean as big as pianos. Nor would he recall straining against that fish for nearly an hour before the guide bent to retrieve his pliers in preparation for the release. As the guide reached down the fish made a quick burst toward the boat and left the water in a clean trajectory for Jack’s face, which was luckily turned away talking to the guide. Eighty pounds of tarpon sailed harmlessly over the guide’s head and cleaned Jack’s clock.
The full story is available in Pulp Fly: Volume One, an anthology of fly fishing related literature that plays on the pulp fiction phenomenon of the early 20th century, when an explosion of periodicals published on cheap paper brought new and unconventional voices to a wide audience. History is being repeated in the 21st century with the advent of the e-book, an inexpensive way to bring new fly-fishing writing to “print.”
And by inexpensive I mean $5.–. A latté cost more, or a cocktail, or most any magazine you care to name. Looking for a little something to get you in the mood as you fly off for spring break in the tropics? Well, download this collection, I think you’ll be glad you did.
Double haul lay it down now stripstripnowbumpbumpbumpbump everything halts my heart my breath my eyesight all hope for another day on this planet my mind empty but for the noise of adrenaline car battery and cables jumpstart arc between my ears suddenly airborne airborne airborne reeling off yards everything un-halted multiplied the silver exponent I’m not ruined but I’m damn close. More…
All I have to say is, “See? This is what I’ve been saying.”
Of course, I’m very happy more people don’t tarpon fish, because then I’d be jealous of or hate more people that catch fish when I don’t/can’t/just-plain-suck. Still, nice to read the first hand impression. Sort of like watching a rare troglodyte watch The Matrix for the first time. You can’t help but smile when they get mind_ _ _ _ ed that first time… you know, when Neo’s mouth grows shut and you’re like, “WTF!?!?! No one said anything about this!”
In case you’re wondering about the rant above—thinking: don’t be a hater, dude—check out my tarpon season here.
The sky was filled with thick gray clouds that rolled into each other and glowed white and almost purple on the edges. It was cool and windy and the yellow sugar maple leaves stood out surprised from the deep green hemlocks. Frank was wearing a 12 thick red plaid shirt. He had missed a button so it was crooked. He stepped awkwardly into his olive green waders then strung up his rod…
Inside the Gerald Ford Museum and Library the large audience turned to look out the bank of windows and the cameras swung wildly around and on the phosphorescent analog live color images of the nation’s TV sets Nelson Rockefeller appeared in his translucent white underwear, tied squarely into the back of a twenty pound salmon.
~ Frank’s Inevitable Michigan, By Matthew Dunn
Pulp Fly: Vol. I
April 1st; mark that date on your calendar. That is when Pulp Fly: Vol. 1 goes live on Amazon’s Kindle. (Yup, April Fool’s Day, no kidding!) The line up of authors come from several different corners of the web, including yours truly, Mr. WindKnot. Yup, I will soon be a “published” author. The project itself is the brain child of one Bjorn over at BonefishOnTheBrain.
Price: $4.95, or about what a designer laté costs at your favorite over-priced yuppy coffee house.
Other e-reader formats to follow soon. And, just in case you didn’t know, you can download and read ebooks on your computer with the free Kindle app. So no excuses.
The title plays on the pulp fiction phenomenon of the early 20th century, when an explosion of periodicals published on cheap paper brought new and unconventional voices to a wide audience. History is being repeated in the 21st century with the advent of the e-book, an inexpensive way to bring new authors to “print.”
Kirk Deeter, a widely respected angler and outdoorsman, wrote the foreword for Pulp Fly: Volume One. Kirk has a foot in both the on-line and ink/paper worlds as Co-Author of The Little Red Book of Fly Fishing and Editor-at-Large of the outdoors magazine Field & Stream. He had this to say:
“In leafing through the pages… well, actually punching buttons to turn pages… I was impressed by the eclectic array of emotion and subject matter. From a candid muse on the “blood sport” appeal of fishing, to a witty essay on the “metamorphosis” of the fly angler, it’s all very gritty, honest, and entertaining work. And I’m pretty sure this “book” contains the first piece in the history of fly fishing writing to include Jai alai as a story element… which might be one of the few genuine “firsts” to happen in fly fishing writing in about 30 years.”
Whatever that means.
THE LINEUP for this inaugural edition:
Pulp Fly is a Colorado based corporation established to create opportunities to publish fly fishing anthologies from new and emerging authors with a focus on the writers and stories coming from the fly fishing blogosphere.