August 5, 2005 The next fish is altogether different. I’ve switched to a little bunny number that almost suspends and I’m systematically tossing it out into the shadows and twitching it slowly back. Somewhere out there the line stops cold and a split second later a fish is in the air. At night, the sound [...]
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Night Fishing: A Report (Pt. I)
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 [...]
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. [...]
