Remember the First One

When the first snow covers the ground some start thinking of skiing. For me it brings memories and dreams of salty air, endless flats and bonefish. I am sharing a story of a trip that happened a while ago. It is a story about learning and attitude, not about equipment.   Remember the First One One always remembers the first bonefish. For many it happens while standing on a nice skiff, with a guide perched high on a platform yelling “He is coming, coming! 11 o’clock, 35 feet, cast, cast…Good, let the fly sink, strip, strip, stop….loooong strip, he got it, Mon! Strike, strike…”. Not for me… When I decided to try my luck at bonefishing, together with a friend we... Read More