Fine, fine words over at Flatswalker.
The year is almost out and I’m faced with the very real prospect of having fished nearly all of it without catching a single one. And I mean fished, seriously fished. This year has been an almost single minded pursuit of a frustratingly elusive creature: the bonefish.
Flatswalker brings stories back from his early experiences chasing bones in the Caymans.
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Davin’s an inspiring writer and one of my fave’s to go to when I’m suffering a bonefish jones in the frigid Northeast.
Indeed. Love reading his stuff.
Every time you link to me my site my stats pretty much DOUBLE. I can’t thank you enough for reminding folks that I do still post occasionally. Be well, brother.
P.S. I think you miss-spelled Hawaiian.
Glad to hear it. Keep putting out good stuff.
I did, indeed, misspell Hawaiian, but I’ve fixed it. Thanks!
You too, bro. Wish I was off to Hawaii myself, but the time may not be too far off. My good buddy, Barjack, (currently of Indian Ocean Chronicles fame) is soon to move there, so I’ll be packing the 9-weight, some spark-plug-heavy crab flies, and a spool of 20-lb flouro and the toughest boots I can find. After that there’s just the flight over. Piece of cake.