There's a stiff wind in your face as you squint in the sun trying to see what the guide sees. "Bonefish at 12 o'clock about 90 feet, do you see it, mon?" You don't and keep squinting, your hat pulled low to keep the sun out of your eyes. "Bonefish at 11 o'clock 70 feet out. Come on man, do you see it?" As the guide is calmly shifting the skiff into position, this time you spot the fish, "I got, it," you reply.
"OK, Mon, Bonefish 50 feet at 10 o'clock. Cast when you're ready."
Cast when you're ready. And with that you drop your fly, roll out a cast, false cast once, and then...
I finally got my new copy of the latest Drake Magazine. If you don't read the Drake, it really is the best fly fishing magazine out there. The writing is superb and it's the focus of the magazine rather than how to/where to magazines which are so popular today.
I have a ritual where I always get my copy from Borders on 17th Street in D.C. Why, I don't know?