As you might expect, the largest bonefish usually have attendant pilot fish that shadow their every move. Typically small horse-eye jacks, these opportunistic little bastards have carved out a niche by surviving on tiny creatures that a behemoth bonefish's shadow flushes from cover, or the scraps left scattered after a good feed.
Invariably, inevitably and unavoidably these freeloaders rushed in front of their 12lbs+ shadows to eat our flies. The sight of such huge bonefish pushing a bow wave in the direction of your fly is something that you'll just have to experience to understand. The feeling of unexpected lightness, the promise of brutality and speed replaced at the last moment by a frail, pulsating life form, the tingling in your hands and feet from the sudden withdrawal of adrenaline is also something you must experience to understand.
It was frustrating, let me just say that, and it happened repeatedly. I think we caught it on film 3 or 4 times.
So it was, that after 8 days of landing bigger bonefish than anyone can rightfully expect to bring to hand and having monstrous bonefish lost due to what boils down to a goal-tending foul on the part of those damn jacks (we should have counted them, anyway!) that we began to lose our minds a little bit.
Upon reflection, our time in the sand was better than we could have hoped for. We started to get on each other's nerves, but what else would you expect? We drank a fair bit of warmish beer, ate a lot of really unhealthy food, braved the elements and caught some awesome fish. As homage to that time, and in timing with our 100,000 visitor, we bring you "Letdowns."
The video features blown hook sets, goal-tends on big bonefish and some dancing. Enjoy, and thanks.