The silvery greenish shadow appeared at my 9 o’clock and moved
to 8…7…5…before I could stop the kayak. That
opportunity existed and vanished so quickly I wasn’t even confident whatever I
saw was a fish anymore. There was a decent chance it was the shadow of
a plane bringing a fresh new group of tourists to Grand Bahama Island. That was my first encounter with a maybe
bonefish.
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| Pic: Charles Levi Jr |
Sight fishing bonefish from a kayak is something I’ve wanted
to do for a few years. In March, some
buddies called and invited me on a kayak fishing trip to the Bahamas. I was super excited but knew my wife would be
more like, “I dare you to go to the Bahamas without me!” She either really loves me or really hates me
because I spent last week fishing the flats.
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| 1st Triggerfish |
The winds blew over 30 mph for the first three days but that
didn’t stop us from fishing. We were thankful
for the variety of targets that were willing to eat a fly and for the bicycles
that we used to explore the island.
Barracuda, triggers, jacks and small snapper kept us busy while we
waited out the weather.
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| One of the rougher days |
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| The view |
When the conditions improved we shuttled the kayaks to
nearby flats and spent the afternoons poling the incoming tide. The bones lived up to their reputation of
being both, elusive and difficult to catch.
Good thing the chase was what most of us came for because the flats were full of maybe bonefish.
More than once, I convinced myself a rock, sea grass, and even a small
turtle was a bone.
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| Shuttle to the flats from Old Bahama Bay |
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| Not sure of the name of the game but it's addicting as... |
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| Conch for the fresh conch salad served on the side of the road... |
Like musky or grass carp, only the “first
timers” ask how many you caught. Those who’ve
spent any time on the flats, know you only count the number of fish seen or how
many follows you got.
We relived the game of hide-n-seek over dinner
each night. The small victories gave us
hope for better days. Bones are easy to
love but easier to hate, you curse the many refusals and celebrate like it’s your 21st
birthday when they eat, which sometimes leads to new nicknames but that’s for
another story.
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| OBB Marina |
Each evening we’d gather for dinner at Old Bahama Bay Resort and
drink our struggles away. After an hour
we convinced ourselves that tomorrow would be the day we’d figure out those flats
ghosts. All I can say now is, I saw a
lot of maybe bonefish.
