April 25, 2012, 5:25 pm BarJack: [On poling platform, back to sun straining against the 12 knot ESE breeze.] Ok, he’s facing away from you. WindKnot: [Searching for fish shape in the glare.] Away? You sure? [Recast. Slooow strip. The tarpon materializes as it turns.] WindKnot: Got some kinda reaction from ‘im… oh, dude, that could be really [...]
Posts Tagged ‘windknot’
Summer Drought
June 8, 2011 09:42am North Sound Flat Grand Cayman
Most Interesting Guide
Some say he’s been guiding for so long he thinks a flyrod is something you wave at bonefish in order to scare them away, And that he ties all his flies on paperclips in order to prevent injury to his kin. All we know is he’s called Windknot. * I don’t always get to fish [...]
Of Bones and Birds, and Shrimp of Course
May 5, 2004 Went fishing today, walked a country mile to catch a bonefish… but catch one I did. The tide was dead low, and half the bay was uncovered. I saw a flat I’d never walked before, only barely suspected was there. I walked through mud and soggy turtle grass, around mangroves and across [...]
Night Fishing: A Report (Pt. II)
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 [...]
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 [...]
Christmas Eve
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. [...]
