How many do you see?
When a group of like-minded people find themselves in an outdoor sports hotspot, they start to acquire and share toys. It is in this way that we've found ourselves with three surfboards, two kayaks and a SUP stashed on our front porch. I was more than a bit envious when some friends purchased a small, used boat, but knew that I'd just as soon reap some of the benefits.
When the call came in to take the boat to a decent bonefish flat on a nearby island, I was pumped that I'd be able to fish there without kayaking for an hour to reach it. I was also pretty excited to show the owner of the boat a few things about bonefishing, as it would be his first time. The three of us set out to fish from mid-morning until late afternoon.
Evidently, they could identify us better than we could identify them. They spooked as we approached, slowly peeling off in the opposite direction to make a huge loop around us and disappear into deeper water. We saw them a good two hours later and repeated the failed stalk.
The pathways between eyes and mind that distinguish a barely moving green form beneath the surface as a fish from some other, even less moving green patch on the bottom began to take shape in my friend's brain. He was becoming a flats flyfisherman.
Blind casting off of the drop off, he landed a miniscule squirrelfish. His first fish on the fly. We had plans to take a ferry to a coral atoll for some serious bonefish the next week, so this day was a primer for the big leagues.
We didn't know what it was, but Zach assured us that it had "a whole lot of heart."
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