Moderator - Flyfishin
Joined: Jan. 2004
||Posted: July 11 2004,12:27
Seems like the week for this type of thing...
Saturday I went out with a couple of friends, unfortunately minus the kayaks. Figured we'd try our luck wading in the keys. Went to a flat where you don't need a vessel to get to or traverse. Within 10 minutes my (incredibly lucky) friend hooked a 22" bone. Blindcasting. Used a baitfish fly. All of the things you're NOT supposed to do. He didn't know it was a bone until we landed it. I knew. The reel told me. And the fact that it just made sense that he'd catch a bone and I wouldn't!
I was to have some sort of vindication though. It took me the rest of the morning but I managed to put myself into "bonefish" mode. I figured out where I'd be if I was a bonefish on an incoming tide. Given that most of the flat was the same type of terrain I decided to go where it wasn't the same. That was a point where the shorelin cut in and formed a large basin and the "hump" of the flat decreased. Mangroves are closer to the water here. I figured if I was a bone, I'd want to get in those nice protected mangroves pretty fast so I'd lurk around a nice safe spot near them. In a marl/coral flat a nice, deeper grass patch could be safe. Sure enough as I start to go towards a patch I selected I hear a splash. when I look I see a tail! As I get closer I see another tail. I wait within casting distance of the grass patch facing the direction (I hope) the bonefish will come out and follow the rising tide towards the mangroves. Within a few minutes I see a dark shape move over the grass towards me, then another, and another! Three bones! I cast to the lead fish, my fly dropping a foot or two in front of it with a splash. The fish spooks and turns, but doesn't run off. I leave my fly sit. It comes back to it, nose down. I strip once, the fish follows, strip twice the fish takes it and I set the hook. The reel starts to spin then TWANG! it stops. Seems there was a rock in the path and my tippet broke!
Oh well, while I didn't land my fish, at least I figured out where it would be, spotted it, sight cast to it, stripped the fly properly and had a take. Now I know I can do it. Next thing is to find better tippet material. Oh, and find the fish again!
BTW, the tide was rising pretty fast and I had walked quite a ways up the flat. Long walk back against the current, over the rocks, and through the mud without my kayak!