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...
Welcome to the bonefish flat.
Thursday, April 12, 2012
Thank You, Bro
To conclude a week of posts about the Jose Wejebe, all I can really say is thank you, bro. Thanks for bringing me along on weekend's as you went on salty adventures all over the globe. Thanks for being my saltwater fix, when I can't get out on the water. Thanks for showing us all how much fun saltwater fly fishing can be...and thanks for doing it with style and class.
Thank you. We'll miss you, bro.
Photo of Flip and Jose by Lefty Kreh. Jose headed off into the sunset.
I wanted to share a few kind words that others have written about Captain Wejebe.