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May the wind be always at your back and your lines be tight!

~ Davin Ebanks, Owner & Bonefish Guide

That says it all, really. Read the rantings, musings, and general pontification of Fish Bones' own Davin Ebanks (me). Each post is embued with all the grace, humor, and reflective thought that any fly fisher (hopefully) accumulates over years of trying to fool some of the wariest fish on earth.

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It was early, too early to be wading thigh-deep in cold water. I could clearly see the tails of bonefish on the shallow flat rising in front of me, but with the wind in my face I had better odds of being beaned by a coconut than actually getting one of them to see my fly. Still, I'd come here to try. My first few casts were tentative, feeling out the situation. Not good: the line piled up about halfway to the fish, which fed on oblivious of my presence. I tried harder, keeping my cast low and really muscling it into the rising morning breeze. Suddenly a small gust caught my cast and in an instant I was draped in flyline.

I raged at the wind, pulling lengths of line off my clothing, and false-cast hard again into the breeze. Bad to worse. The bonefish continued to feed on into the tide, easing farther away with each futile cast I made. My leader looked liked I'd practiced tying knots and my fly was fouled in a loop of monofilament which had wrapped around one eye, dragging the fly sideways through the water. Humiliated, I retreated to shore and left the flat in peace...