Aaaah Day 4.
Every trip is likely to have a day like Day 4...Just hope you don't have more than one.
We woke at predawn and the wind was already clipping. I couldn't tell if the lack of light was the hour or the cloud cover. By launch time the sky was partly cloudy. That would become "mostly" in a few hours.
We started fishing shortly after leaving the dock. It seemed that all three guides knew that the day was going to erode quickly as they all cut engines and started poling a few minutes after departure.
We went some time before seeing a fish and I don't recall whether we got a shot at it and blew it or if the fish took off too quickly. One thing was apparent, the tide was moving in fast and by mid morning the fish had full access to the mangroves. A place we couldn't reach them.
CA got the skunk out of the boat at around 10 am. I hooked another but it tore hell into the mangroves and popped me.
We took a break for lunch and poled around the lee of an island to get out of the wind. By now the sky was gray, the wind was still bucking and we weren't seeing bonefish.
I reeled up and suggested a plan "B". Kay, the nicest lady you'll ever meet and the head cook at the lodge loves to eat pan sized snapper. Greg, CA and I held a brief council and decided that the day would be better spent trying to bring some fish back for Kay.
Greg knew a few spots and the snappers were happy to chow down on our flies. By 4:00 we were headed back to the dock.
To the surprise of nobody, the other two boats were already moored when we arrived. The story was the same from all. No light, stiff wind, high tide, few fish.
CA and I grabbed a Kalik and our 8 wts and headed down the shore to the big dock to try and tempt some more snapper. I got delayed sifting through some flotsam and by the time I caught up with him, CA had landed a beauty of a gray snapper. For my delay, I picked up a Cuban beer bottle from the 1940' or 50's to add to my Bahamian bottle collection.
Each clutching our own treasures we made our way back to the lodge. Dinner wasn't quite ready so I headed up the hill behind the lodge with my camera to try and get some shots of the resident vultures. It was worth the time. There was a full flock of them and they had no discernible fear of me.
After dinner, I poured myself the last glass of Gray Goose vodka that Sidney had sent out to the island for me. It was a "Thank You" gift for designing the lodge logo after my last visit here. I emailed him the logo after that trip and wasn't sure if he'd gotten around to using it. When Greg picked us up at the airport the first day, I was happy to see the logo embroidered on his shirt.
It's always great to see your designs getting used.
Not a great Bonefishing day, but a good day, nonetheless.
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Wednesday, April 12, 2017
Saturday, May 10, 2014
Bahamas Day 1
Bahamas Bonefishing Day 1:
It was travel day. 6:00 AM departure with one connection through Atlanta and everything was on time. CA and I collected our gear and breezed through Bahamian customs. We walked out the front doors and were met promptly by the lodge owner ST.
Talk about smooth.
I first fished with ST back in 2008 when the guide service I called said that all of their in house guys were booked but that they'd be happy to arrange for a fill in guide to take me out. We had a great day on the water and it didn't surprise me when I heard that he had signed on as the head guide (and now owner) of the bonefishing lodge we were heading to. This was to be our 3rd trip back to this lodge.
After loading the skiff with provisions, ST, ST's wife (KT), CA and I shoved off and headed across the flats to the island lodge where we would try to figure out what to do with the stack of rods and thousands of flies we brought along.
As day one was not a "guided" day, we wasted no time unpacking and lacing up our wading boots for a stroll on the "home flat". For all that have done it before, you know what I mean when I say we didn't quite have our "sea eyes" yet. We blew up a couple of nice bones and watched their wakes disappear into deeper water. After a quarter mile we turned around and with the sun at our backs the visibility improved, though we were now walking through disturbed water. As any native of sweet water will do as soon as their shins hit salt water, we pasted flies at needlefish and tiny barracuda.
Great to be back.
I made my way back to the dock and walked out looking around, down and over. Under the dock there was a giant school of Lane Snapper and a few nice sized ones. The smallest of the group at my bonefish fly and after releasing it I was summarily ignored by the remaining 200 fish.
I opted to wade the shoreline to the north and see what else might be hungry. I switched to the classic saltwater probing fly...chartreuse and white clouser. With a relatively stiff breeze hitting me smack in the face it took a little effort to punch the fly out, but there was an imaginary line out at about 60' that if the fly crossed it, it was savagely attacked by mutton snappers.
These were not big fish but they pulled like fish three times their size and it was CA who suggested that perhaps we should keep a few for dinner.
Since we were wading out knee deep we devised an old school "stick through the gills" method of keeping the fish. The snappers (and jacks) were eating so feverishly that I was on the lookout for a piece of rope or string for a stringer. Walking all the way back to the shallows to thread the snappers on a stick seemed to take a lot of time. In the days that followed I am glad I never found that rope and I am certainly glad I didn't keep the dead fish near me as we fished. Even so, we were taking a risk, placing ourselves in the deeper water between our catch and....well, I'll explain in the posts that follow.
It was travel day. 6:00 AM departure with one connection through Atlanta and everything was on time. CA and I collected our gear and breezed through Bahamian customs. We walked out the front doors and were met promptly by the lodge owner ST.
Talk about smooth.
I first fished with ST back in 2008 when the guide service I called said that all of their in house guys were booked but that they'd be happy to arrange for a fill in guide to take me out. We had a great day on the water and it didn't surprise me when I heard that he had signed on as the head guide (and now owner) of the bonefishing lodge we were heading to. This was to be our 3rd trip back to this lodge.
After loading the skiff with provisions, ST, ST's wife (KT), CA and I shoved off and headed across the flats to the island lodge where we would try to figure out what to do with the stack of rods and thousands of flies we brought along.
As day one was not a "guided" day, we wasted no time unpacking and lacing up our wading boots for a stroll on the "home flat". For all that have done it before, you know what I mean when I say we didn't quite have our "sea eyes" yet. We blew up a couple of nice bones and watched their wakes disappear into deeper water. After a quarter mile we turned around and with the sun at our backs the visibility improved, though we were now walking through disturbed water. As any native of sweet water will do as soon as their shins hit salt water, we pasted flies at needlefish and tiny barracuda.
Great to be back.
I made my way back to the dock and walked out looking around, down and over. Under the dock there was a giant school of Lane Snapper and a few nice sized ones. The smallest of the group at my bonefish fly and after releasing it I was summarily ignored by the remaining 200 fish.
I opted to wade the shoreline to the north and see what else might be hungry. I switched to the classic saltwater probing fly...chartreuse and white clouser. With a relatively stiff breeze hitting me smack in the face it took a little effort to punch the fly out, but there was an imaginary line out at about 60' that if the fly crossed it, it was savagely attacked by mutton snappers.
These were not big fish but they pulled like fish three times their size and it was CA who suggested that perhaps we should keep a few for dinner.
Since we were wading out knee deep we devised an old school "stick through the gills" method of keeping the fish. The snappers (and jacks) were eating so feverishly that I was on the lookout for a piece of rope or string for a stringer. Walking all the way back to the shallows to thread the snappers on a stick seemed to take a lot of time. In the days that followed I am glad I never found that rope and I am certainly glad I didn't keep the dead fish near me as we fished. Even so, we were taking a risk, placing ourselves in the deeper water between our catch and....well, I'll explain in the posts that follow.
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| Bahamian Pine en route to the boat launch |
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| Tiny Cuda |
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| CA with a Mutton |
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| Mutton Snapper |
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| Released Mutton before we decided they should be food. |
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| CA with a stringer of Snapper |
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| Blue Crab dining on snapper head |
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