05
Apr 11

This River is Wild… Bonefish Movie

Go to the site… check this out.  Simply fantastic.

This River is Wild is a very, very fishy blog with a strong bonefish showing.

I know I usually give you more in these posts, but in this case, just go to the site and check it out… it stands on its own.

 

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04
Apr 11

Moldy Chum and Norman, the South Andros Guide

A post from Eric of Moldy Chum about Andros South Guide Norman.  I fished with Norman one of the days I was there… he’s good at what he does.

If I were to guess, Norman is probably in his mid-thirties. It’s hard to tell though, as most guides on the island are in pretty g’damn good shape. When he’s not hunting Walter on the Westside, he owns and operates a nightclub just south of Congotown.

via Fly Fishing | Blog | Photos | Podcasts | Travel | Gear | and More – Moldy Chum – Bonefish, 7 o’clock – 20 feet.

 

Norman picking out a fly. Photo - Shadow River Media, Cameron Miller

Photo – Shadow River Media, Cameron Miller

 

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31
Mar 11

Sham Wowing the Experience – South Andros Fishing, Day 5

I fished today with the infamous Michael Gracie.  I got back to the lodge and went fishing.  Then, I went night fishing for tarpon (seen, but not caught).

I’m soaking it all up… I’m sham wowing the experience.

For the big sliver of the fishing I was with MG and guide Ellie.  We went to Grassy Creek on the South End and, for the most part, we were out of the boat, on foot.  We fished for science today, collecting fin clips for the Bonefish and Tarpon Trust.

The fishing was a little slow, but we had a good time.  Gracie is a fun fishing partner and he tried to calm my frustrations after I broke off a very nice fish on the last cast of the day.  That was 16 pound tippet… first fish I broke off all day.

We had lots of sharks around today… all Lemons and some very interested in us.  After clipping one bonefish fin I wiped my hands on my pants and then a little three foot lemon showed up and began circling me.  Got to about 2 feet away and I was about to hit it on the nose the the butt of my fly rod, but it then noticed I wasn’t a bonefish and took off.

The last shot of the day was back on the boat with Ellie on the platform.  He poled us up this little side channel and I wasn’t sure where he was going.  Then, on the right, appeared a nice little flat and on the flat a school of nice fish coming right towards us.  I made one, 50′ cast that was just about perfect.  The fish ate, but coming toward me, it was hard to set the hook.  I did, but found myself spread out and when the fish took off it just separated from the tippet.  Fish gone and day over.  Still… how Ellie knew just where to take us… that was a special moment… that was local knowledge.  That move impressed me a lot.  I should have landed that fish.  My guess is it was a nice fish… maybe 7, maybe 8, probably not 9, but it was a really nice fish and Ellie… he knew where they were going to be.  I love that.

Back at the Lodge I grabbed my rod and went to the jetty in search of the cuda I’ve been stalking for the past few days.  He was there and the gurgler pulled him out of hiding and into the open, but he wouldn’t commit.  Another shot gone.

When I got back to the lodge from my Cuda hunting I was informed there was a possibility of doing some night tarpon fishing.  I jumped at the chance. So, fellow guest Robert and I met guide Sparkles and headed off in the dark to try and find tarpon.  We found tarpon, but they wanted nothing to do with us.  I managed to catch a Jack and also managed to fall into a hole in the sharp limestone bank of Deep Creek.  Nice.

Basically, I’m sucking up every moment of Andros and bonefishing that I can.  I am trying to go as hard as I can here because who knows when I’ll get back.  I’m pushing it… maybe breaking a little around the edges, but I’m going full tilt and I’m going to run this bad boy right up onto the beach.

Now… the photos from the day…

Guide Ellie pointing out a fish while Gracie tries to remove a hook from his shirt. Priceless!

Gracie with a nice bonefish

One of my bones from today.

An MG bone

Fishing... for SCIENCE! Fin Clips.

Throwing a lot of line withe the Redington in search of Cudas.

Night time fishing Jack. The flies outfished the chum!


30
Mar 11

Fishing with Tom, Fishing Andros, Day 4

I fished with Tom Larimer today and Josie for a guide here in South Andros with Deneki Outdoors.  Tom is a steelhead guy, fishing the Deschutes (among other places).  We had a good time, even if the weather didn’t cooperate for most of the day.

We started off on fire… four fish to hand fairly quickly.  The day was full of promise.

Then… the wind came up, the clouds rolled in and the lights went out.

We didn’t catch another fish and we only saw a few (although one was a pig).

Still… a good time was had.

Tom tied up this fly last night… he called it the “Bahamian Condom” because it is made mostly of rubber.  The first two fish to see it crushed it.

After we got back I went out and tried again to catch a Cuda.  The second cast I had a nice, 3 footer smash the fly… but it didn’t bite the pointy part… so… I’ll try again tomorrow.


29
Mar 11

Photo Session… Andros South Style

It isn’t every day you get to go fish and have a kick ass photographer along for the trip who is going to do nothing more than take pictures.

That was my day.

So… instead of cluttering up things with my words, I’m going to let Cameron’s pictures give you a sense of the day.

Norman picking out the fly... only fly we used all day.

Ready for action

The magic fly for the day.

A tagged bonefish... nice.

Fish on.

Tagging the fish.

Casting

Joy


24
Mar 11

This River is Wild… more bonefishy goodness

As I’m getting ready to head to Andros the This River is Wild blog has been spewing bonefishery as of late.  Basically… he had a really nice DIY trip somewhere in the Caribbean.  I don’t know where… maybe you do… if so, I’d keep it to myself (and then plan a trip there).

This was, easily, the best fishing I’ve ever experienced to date. In those two full days on the flats, I saw not another soul.

The This River is Wild bonefishology is broken down in three parts over the three days of his trip… Friday, Saturday and Sunday.  Read them.  Read them all.

 

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24
Mar 11

FIBFest Nears

OK… Andros is coming up really, really fast.  Today… Thursday.  Tomorrow… Departure Day.  Saturday… Andros.

The posts are starting to come fast and furious.  When things really get kicking off, you can follow the mayhem mostly by following the Deneki website.

In the meantime, you can check out some of the blogginess from some of the folks who will be joining me (or will I be joining them?) at Andros South:

Michael Gracie

Complete Thought

Outdooress

There’s even a hashtag for FIBFest, for those of you who do the Twitter thing… #FIBFest.

 

Anticipation is cresting.  Come the adventure!


23
Mar 11

Grand Slam Reflections… The Tarpon

The final installment of my Grand Slam Reflections.  The Getting There. The Permit The Bonefish.

The Tarpon

We had been at the point of the caye for a while when Katchu looked at his watch and said “If we want to get your Grand Slam, we better go now.”

It was then I realized that this might actually happen. It had been running through the back of my mind since I got the permit. I had two of three in the books, so it was conceivable at the very least, but it still sounded a tad ridiculous. We got back in the boat and headed off in search of tarpon.

Five minutes after getting back in the boat we found ourselves weaving along an ancient mangrove lined canal carved by the Mayans thousands of years ago. To our left was Mexico, to our right was Belize. Bait and boils were everywhere… this was clearly a very fishy place. There is something amazingly cool about going through mangrove lined channels in a boat in pursuit of fish.

We reached a small, enclosed lagoon and Katchu killed the engine and poled us into position. I got up on deck needing only a tarpon to complete the Grand Slam. We were going after ‘baby tarpon” which was a good thing since I had royally botched my first ever adult tarpon grab the day before. I was 0/1 for tarpon in my life.

Shane spotted a tarpon heading into the mangroves. There was no cast to make. We waited. Out of the mangroves and 40 feet from the boat emerged five “baby” tarpon. These fish were 30-60 pounds. I suddenly felt very unprepared.

I made the cast and gave some strips to the black cockroach. One of the tarpon attacked it. It just swam up to it and opened its gaping mouth and inhaled the fly. When you haven’t done this a lot a tarpon eat can make you instantly stupid. I set, still in disbelief and a bit awestruck. It felt a little more believable when I then raised the rod tip and the fly parted ways with the tarpon. I was now 0/2.

Despite just botching the job, the fish were still there and it looked like they wanted to eat. I cast again. I stripped again. The damn fish charged the fly and ate it hard. I set (at least twice), I kept the rod down. This fly wasn’t coming out. The fish, however, decided to split and charged into the mangroves. The fish was out of sight, but I was still attached to it. As I stood there, a little dumbfounded, the tarpon shot back out into the lagoon ten feet from where it had disappeared. It jumped about 5 feet in the air, still attached to the fly line which was now hopelessly wrapped around the mangroves. When the fish jumped I got a really good view of how big it really was and I’d put it at about 40 pounds of pure silver fury. The tarpon splashed down and zipped right back into the mangroves to complete a nice wrap around several mangrove limbs and, predictably, the tugging stopped. I was off the fish and had to break off the fly. I was now 0/3 on tarpon.

While I was re-rigging Shane got on deck. These baby tarpon were in a very playful mood and it wasn’t long before Shane had fish to cast to. He made the cast and the fish smashed it. This baby tarpon was around forty pounds and, just like the permit earlier in the day, the tarpon spit the hook. If it were another day, Shane would have stayed on the deck, but this had turned from a normal day to a possible Grand Slam Day. I was going to be up again.

My hands still trembling, I continued to re-rig as we entered a narrow, nearly fully enclosed mangrove chute. This was a one shot stop as the chute dead-ended just 50 feet in front of us. Katchu knew these waters very well and as we entered the small clearing we found a single tarpon milling about. With mangroves behind and to the right of me I had to cast off shoulder, but somehow I made the cast. I stripped the fly. The fish saw it. He charged. I kept stripping. He ate as I had just finished a long strip and I had no way to move the fly but to sweep the rod tip. I was now 0/4 as the fly came out of the fishes mouth.

I stood there shell-shocked, having just missed the third tarpon that would have given me a Grand Slam. The fish, however, was still interested. While I had pulled the fly away from the fish, the fly was still in the water and near the fish. I stripped. He ate. I set. I set again. I set again. I didn’t raise the rod tip. I didn’t let the fish run into the mangroves. I held the line hard with my stripping hand and the 15 pound class tippet held to the 60 pound shock tippet. The fish jumped. Now… I’m 6’3” and was probably at least 2 feet above the water on the casting deck. The fish jumped over my head, an image that will forever be seared into my memory. Somehow, deep in my brain, a couple of cells fired and I reactivity bowed to the king. The fish stayed on.

Quickly the fish was in. I had just completed an Inshore Grand Slam by landing my first tarpon ever on the heals of landing my first ever permit.

For a job well done.

A special thanks to El Pescador for hosting Shane and I for three days of fantastic fishing and story making.  You guys have a first class operation there.

 

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22
Mar 11

Interview with Stephen Vletas

If you bonefish you have likely come across the Fly Fishing the Bahamas book at some point in time.  Authors Stephen and Kim Vletas put in some major time to get all of that right.  I’d love to have that breadth and depth of Bahamian knowledge (I guess I do, kind of… since I own the book, but that’s now what I mean). I contacted Stephen about doing an interview for the blog and he agreed.  I hope you enjoy.

Kim and Stephen, your book, Fly Fishing the Bahamas, is a pretty important book for anglers.  Is there anything you’d put in the book now that didn’t make it in the first time?

There are always new lodges or resorts that open, some lodges and guides that fade away, plus new travel options in terms of flights, etc. We use our web site www.bahamasflyfishingguide.com to keep our readers updated as much as we can. The web site is the first place readers should check for updates and changes since the book was last published.

For example, on Andros, Charle and Fatiah Neymour now have their own lodge on Cargil Creek, and Andy Smith has his own private island lodge in the North Bight; Broad Shad Cay Lodge. Nervous Waters, the company who owns Bair’s Bahamas, has opened a new lodge on Abaco to access the Marls. Abaco, in general, has really developed, much more so than any other island. You have the Winding Bay Club, the huge Baker’s Bay development on Great Guana that has caused environmentalists to hit the roof, and the new Delphi Club, as examples. Links to all these new projects are on our web site.

On Bimini, Bimini Bay Resort has transformed the island of North Bimini. The resort is part of the Small Luxury Hotels of the World group, and offers world-class marina services and luxurious home and condo rentals. Many anglers don’t like this development, but the fishing is as good as ever. Check it out.

On Eluthera, Harbour Island has become even more luxurious, with additional hotel remodels (the best being Coral Sands) and some top new restaurants. Surprisingly, the fishing on the town flat to the north remains fantastic. Kim and I recently stayed at Coral Sands (wouldn’t stay anywhere else now on Briland), and I fished the town flat twice. Never saw another person, and I caught a over half dozen nice bones each day. They were spooky, as you would expect, but a longer fluorocarbon leader worked fine with a standard #6 Gotcha.

OK, see the web site for more updates and recommendations.

Fishing with Frankie

Since you’ve spent some quality time getting to and from the Bahamas, do you have any travel tips for anglers heading that way?

If you are flying to the islands from the East Coast, it’s easy to arrive in one day, even to the Out Islands. >From the West Coast, or from Mountain time, it’s difficult to reach the Out Islands in one day. Central Time, depends on where you are coming from or going. So….we like to fly to Nassau and spend the night. That way we can enjoy a fun night out in Nassau (At Café Matisse or Greycliff or Café Martinique), relax, and arrive at our Out Island destination the next day, and if you are eager to fish, you can arrive early enough the following morning to fish a full day. And if your time is important, we highly recommend you considering using charter flights from Nassau to the Out Islands, and especially between the Out Islands. You’ll save many hours in time, and a lot of aggravation, and you’ll be able to spend those hours fishing. Check out our book and the web site for the best charter flight operators.

Also, Kim and I are now back in the Bahamas fly fishing booking business. We book a very select group of lodges and guides, with the idea of matching up each client with the location that is best suited for them. If you are interested, contact Kim.


“The One that Got Away” is a story most anglers carry around with them. Do you have a bonefish that got away that still haunts you?

Of course, who doesn’t. Kim and I were fishing the shoreline near the entrance to Flamingo Cay with Simon Bain. It was one of those ideal days, sunny, just enough breeze, perfect visibility, and an uncountable number of bonefish eager to commit suicide. We caught too many fish to count in the 5 to 8 pound range. Then….Simon pointed out a huge shape coming down the shoreline. Kim was on the deck. I was sitting down fooling around with a fly box and tying a new leader. I listened to them assure each other that huge shape was a shark. But the kept talking about it, watching it, saying for sure it had to be a shark, way too big for a bonefish. I paid no attention. Then Simon said it might be a bonefish. Kim got ready to cast. Simon said no way, it’s a shark, it has to be. NO, no, it’s a bonefish, he said. Jesus, cast Kim. I looked up. The fish was on the mangrove shoreline, about fifty feet away. It was huge, and definitely a bonefish, dark, broad, lazing along without a care in the world. Big bonefish almost never do that, especially this close to a boat. Kim made her cast….behind the fish. I couldn’t breath. I hoped she could pick up the fly quietly and cast again. She stripped to get ready to recast, and the huge bone, no more than thirty feet away now, and at least 40 inches long, whipped around, charged and ate Kim’s fly. She set the hook and it was on. It went crazy, through up water in large circles and ripped by the bow of the boat, no more than five feet away. We all saw it perfectly, the massive fish that was in the 20 pound class. We occasionally see fish this size on Andros, but usually in much deeper water. This fish just blazed out into the bay, where there was absolutely nothing to break off on. We have this fish, I thought, we all thought. Simon is now screaming, and Kim is clearing the final part of her line as it flies up off the deck. And then, disaster. We had eaten lunch at Flamingo Cay, and after lunch Kim had forgotten to take off her watch. Normally, she wouldn’t have it on, but this day, that watch band caught the last few inches of fly line, and that enormous bonefish snapped the line like it was a string of cotton candy. No one spoke. We looked back and forth at each other in horror. Silence. Heartbreak. Y bueno. Listo.

What’s your favorite rod/reel at the moment for bonefish?

We like Sage rods, especially the older RPLXi series, and the 5-piece models are so easy to travel with. The new 4-piece models are great also. Reel is an Abel Super 8. No reason to fish with anything else.


Having spent so much time in the Bahamas, have you noticed changes in the Islands over the years?

Sure. Abaco has changed a lot, and is probably the best island for overall enjoyment, combining luxury accommodations with sensational fishing. Islands like the Biminis, that were once sleepy, with legendary guides, and the lore of Hemingway, are now party towns with a major resort and luxury marinas. And we hear many anglers complaining of overcrowding in some areas, and more anglers wanting to DIY, yet wanting to be told how to do it. The truth is that some areas have become crowded, but only a very few areas are like this. In many ways, from a fishing perspective, nothing has really changed other than the quality of guiding has improved across the spectrum. The great guides are still the great guides, but you have a lot more very good guides now. You have more accommodation options, and service on many of the Out Islands has improved. With the economic crisis recently, the Bahamas has cooled off on development, and many lodges that were always booked now have some availability. And on Andros, our favorite place to fish, the fishing is as good or better than ever.

Development always seems like an ax hanging over favorite fishing locations.  Is there anywhere you are particularly worried about at the moment?

Not really. People are worried about the reef on Great Guana due to Baker’s Bay, and the Bimini Beach Resort has certainly put more people on the flats there, but overall, Abaco for example, in spite of a lot of development, it’s still the same. The Marls are still wide open, and north of Cooper’s Town, you can be on flats in a few minutes where you always see big tailing bones. The West Side of Andros is still one of the most beautiful flats areas on earth, and many of the areas or seldom fished. If any serious development were ever planned for the West Side of Andros, then that would be something to worry about.

What do you wear on your feet for a day of stalking bones?

Marlwalker’s for coral flats, and simple neoprene booties with socks for sandy flats. The socks are important, and when you’re in the boat, on the deck, you should wear the socks only, to keep the doctor flies from killing you.

Anything else you’d like to add?

People often ask us, if you only had one day left to fish in the world, where would it be, and with which guide? For Kim and I, that is an easy question, and the answer hasn’t changed in 15 years: Both of us would fish on Andros Island (exactly where, we won’t say). Stephen would fish with Charlie Neymour, and Kim would fish with Andy Smith. In the world of flat’s fly fishing, for us, that would be perfection.

Charlie

Thanks.  I appreciate your time.


17
Mar 11

This River is Wild: Last Chance.

Here’s a story from the “This River is Wild” blog, of which I’m a fan.  Don’t know how I missed this on the first go-around, but here it is on re-play.

Over a few beers late one night, my brother and I hatched a plan to hit up a local flat early the next morning. The goal was to catch a bonefish and exact revenge on the hundred or so fish that wanted nothing to do with every pattern I had, the last and only other time, I fished there. It would be my last chance to fish a flat for a bonefish on our annual summer sojourn.

via This River is Wild.: Last Chance..

 

 

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