17
Oct 10

First crack at fly fishing for Bonefish  – Mike Savlen

Maybe you have heard of Mike Savlen, maybe you haven’t.  You probably HAVE seen his work before.  He is an artist and a damn fine one at that.  Not only does  he do paintings of all manner of fish from bonefish to tarpon, rooster fish, marlin, dorado, steelhead and stripers, he’ll paint YOUR fish… he offers a “Bragging Rights Portraits” which just look cooler than is reasonable.

I saw today that Mike recently went after bonefish with a fly for the first time.  This amazes me because I love his paintings of bonefish which would lead me to believe he’s caught millions of them and is on a first name basis with the large majority of them.  His first trip didn’t go well from a catching perspective, but the fishing was great.

He was in the US Virgin Islands, long known for the near total destruction of their bonefish fishery due to netting and habitat loss.  Still, some fish are there and it is pretty with a backdrop of forested hills that you don’t get in the Bahamas.

Although I was told not to expect too much, I had packed my fly rod and felt it would be completely disrespectful if I simply left it in the case the whole trip.

via Click here to read the full story – First crack at fly fishing for Bonefish  – Fresh Art Blog – Fly Fishing Paintings Sport Fishing and Marine Art and limited edtion sport fishing prints Of Mike Savlen.

Mike


12
Oct 10

Interview with Simon Gawesworth from RIO

Simon Gawesworth works at Rio and is primarily known for his spey casting and as a chaser of steelhead.  Turns out that steelhead are just one of his passions along with another elusive, silver powerhouse of the fish world… the bonefish. Rio makes one of the lines you might find yourself sporting if you head out bonefishing and they do some product testing in places like the Bahamas and Mexico. If you want to watch Simon do a bit of casting… you can see him do just that here (YouTube).

You are known for throwing the long stick for steelies, do you like bonefish for the similarities of the differences from steelhead?

That assumes I analyze my reasons for fishing. I don’t know exactly why the steelhead or the trout or the bonefish give me the passion… I’ve never even gone fishing for tarpon, for example,  why not?  I know it is a passion that bites people.  There are differences, vast differences, complete opposites, climatic conditions, scenery, target fishing as opposed to blind fishing.  There are differences there.  But there are similarities, very good fighting fish, the steelhead and bonefish. Silver.

I don’t know what it is, but those three species are my soul. They make me tick.

Where do bonefish rank in terms of what you are fishing for?

I can’t distinguish.  Bonefish, trout and steelhead are all my absolute passions, those are the three I target as much as I possibly can and everything else is pretty much a significant step down.  They’ve all got different appeals.

Are you someone that goes to the same places year after year or are you someone who is out to explore new and exotic places?

Kind of both.  With bonefish I probably  haven’t been to the same destination for the past five trips but before that I always went the same week to the Florida Keys, to the same area and same guides. My kids got to the age where they went to school and I couldn’t travel and so now i have to fluctuate my time off.  The last trip I had was to the Bahamas, the Bahamas for the first time, Mexico before that, Florida Keys before that, then Christmas Island, kind of a bit of variation like that.  Never done the Seychelles, haven’t done Cuba.

How long have you been with Rio?

The easiest answer is that I’ve been at Rio and living here in Idaho for ten year.

Rio makes a lot of lines.  What makes a great bonefishing line and how can those of us who are non-epic casters appreciate the difference?

That’s the dilemma when you sit down and start to draw up a line design.  There is no line that is going to suit everybody or every condition or every location.  There are too many variables.  Where fly line development has gone is that now people are aware that they may need two to three different lines for different conditions.  That makes it a tough one to answer.

I’ll give you an answer that might help.  When I went to the Bahamas last December the lines I used the most were our bonefish taper and our redfish taper. The difference was that the redfish taper is a very short head, just over 30 foot in length, that’s the whole head length. Front loaded, easy to cast.  The bonefish line is a long head, 40 foot, easier distance, very good for picking up your cast. I used the bonefish line on the sunny days because you can see fish at range, 40, 45, 50 feet, and you can cast to the target with those longer head lines.  But, since I went in December, most of the days were cloudy, overcast and gray and we couldn’t see the fish until they were 20 feet, 25, and the bonefish lines just didn’t load up at that short range as well as the redfish line does.

You need to be aware of where you are going, what the conditions are going to be, if you are wading, you are going to see fish closer in and you want a line that will load in closer, while when you are on the bow of a boat, with some height and see the fish from greater distance, you may want a different line.

You’ll mostly want a tropical coated line, but, again, in December, I used our colder water condition line because it wasn’t so hot and if it is cool, your tropical lines will have too much memory.

I love seeing someone out on a trout stream casting 50 feet when all the fish are 5 feet away.  While someone might be able to cast 90 feet, it doesn’t mean that they should. At what range do you find yourself casting to bonefish and how does your casting skill change the game of stalking bonefish?

I would say the majority of my bonefish are going to be in that 35-40 foot range.  I’ll break it down in terms of wade fishing or from a boat. From a boat, 40 foot is closer to the mark. Wading, 40 foot would be a long mark. Obviously, I can throw it to 90 if I need to and if a fish is out there at distance.

I think that everybody who has the ability to throw 90 feet is going to be more accurate at 30 foot or 40 foot and have a better presentation.  Distance isn’t the entire end game.  It is the accuracy, it is the general presentation, it is being able to lead by 3 feet or whatever the guide of the day tells you. Distance is good to have when you need it, but accuracy and presentation are more important.

One curve in this… accuracy is going to important, line speed to penetrate the wind, but one thing that is really important is the ability to change direction quickly. You make a cast and the bonefish changes direction and you have a 45 degree or 90 degree angle change required.  A directional change, and that’s my strength with my spey background, that skill I think is a bonus for bonefishing.

Is there a place on your wishlist?

How long a list  can I have?  Cuba, definitely, love to do that.  I can do that, being English, I don’t have the same restrictions.  Unfortunately, a lot of Americans can’t.  Seychelles would be on there. I’d love to do some exploratory trips to some weird, nuclear atolls that were used in WWII, no guides, just go around and search.  I’d love to do that… but… married, kids, that’s  NEVER going to happen.  That’s just fancy thinking.  Plus, a bunch of islands in the Bahamas, I’ve only fished Andros on the one trip.  I’d love to go back there and I’d like to go to Cat and I’d like to go a whole pile of places.

It would be hard if someone said “here it is, open the envelope, this is your bonefish trip, anywhere you want to go, here is your one trip.”  I might be inclined to go back to Andros, actually, just because of the size of the bonefish we saw there.  You see some big fish in the Keys, but we went onto one flat one day with one of the guides and he said it was a big fish flat. The tide was right.  I saw 20 or 30 that were over 10 pounds swimming around, maybe 15. Monster bones.  I’ve never caught one that size. So, I’d put that up there.  I’d like to go to the Seychelles, I’d like to go to Belize.

Me to!

You see a lot of people over-line their rods. What makes an 8 weight rod match an 8 weight line and when should you think about over-lining?

To anyone who is a novice at saltwater fishing, that is a good suggestion, to overline. Especially if they don’t have the opportunity to really hone their casting skills.  Someone who isn’t a great caster, over-lining is good.  Those saltwater rods are a bit more powerful than those freshwater rods, as a result they need a little more grain weight to make them flex. So, that’s a good reason.  Another would be if you are fishing short range.  If you are fishing the Bahamas in December you are going to have cool, cold conditions and fishing at 10-15 feet, by all means step up a line size because you will need to to get that rod to load.

I would also check on the manufacturers of the fly lines. We do that… we automatically do that (increase line weights).  Our redfish line is a half a line size heavier, so it is an 8 and a half line size heavier so that it loads up for close in fishing. Our bonefish is a little less, a quarter line size heavier.  But again, we do build that into the equation.  If they step up to a 9 line, they might actually be fishing a 9 and a half and that starts to get a little heavy.

If you are a good caster you don’t need to.  If it is going to be a really windy day, absolutely. There is no rod that is going to be crushed by a single line weight increase and that extra weight can really help.

In Christmas Island there is a flat called Paris Flats and they are much deeper and you fish heavier flies with bigger eyes and I was wishing for a heavier line because the flies were much harder to cast.

You’d expect me, coming from a line maker, to say you need three or four lines.  The reality, if you are going to go that far on a trip and spend the kind of money that these trips are, it makes no sense to come with one line.  Just in case I’d have a back up for something a little different.

Fish on!

What are you throwing right now in terms of rod and reel?

Right now I’m throwing the Sage Xi3.  I really do like that a pile.  Before that I threw a T&T Horizon Saltwater 8 wt.  That was a nice rod as well. The Xi3 is great and I compliment that with a Sage reel, a 6080, which is a really nice, tough drag reel. I’ve got a reel by a company by a company down your way, Hatch, a really sweet reel, but my go to is the 6080 from Sage.

When I think of bonefishing I think of all sorts of non-bonefishing things… the Kalik, the cracked conch.  Are there any of those sorts of associations you have when you think about chasing bonefish?

The first thing,  obviously, is that I’m getting out of the Hell of Winter in Idaho, somewhere in the tropics.  Exotic, tropical destinations.  Kalik beer, or Belikin.  So, cold local beers, fresh fish, ceviche.  Down in Mexico they made fresh ceviche out of snook every day and that was delicious.  The smell of saltwater, the smell of the sea side.

It is funny that you ask that now. Those are my current associations where as in the past when my wife and the family would go down in November to Florida, then the associations were Margaritas and hammocks and toes in the sand and just pottering around.  I’d always take a couple of days with a guide, and then in the evenings  I’d fish an incoming tide somewhere.  Now, with the kids in school, we can’t do these holidays.  I now do different fishing holidays so these are my associations now.

Thanks Simon!


08
Oct 10

Flatswalker does bonefish

This is why I dig the Flatswalker blog.  If you aren’t reading that blog or getting the feed, you need to.

In the past few weeks I’ve caught more big bonefish than I have in all my previous fishing combined. Not that I’ve caught many. No one catches many big bones.

via Flatswalker.

That is all… happy Saturday.


07
Oct 10

My first bonefish that was really mine.

A couple of days before my first solo bonefish I had been on a guided skiff and the guide had found the fish.  I never saw a fish before the guide and some fish I didn’t see even when I was making the cast.  It was a great day… I landed my first bonefish about 10 minutes into the trip, my dad caught his first bonefish and also caught a big mutton snapper (that was a total highlight even to watch).

My dad with one hell of a Mutton Snapper

At the end of that day I had found myself wading a little flat just out from McLeans Town stalking a small group of not-so-small tailing bonefish as the guide worked with my dad back on the skiff. I hooked the fish, the fish decided not to stick around and started a blistering run… the line wrapped around the rod butt and that was me missing out on my first solo bonefish.

The next day my dad and I waded a big, white sand flat on the East End.  I started seeing fish, but I started seeing them when they were 10 feet away, which didn’t really work.  I cast at some fish that day, but neither my dad nor I hooked one.  Still, I could feel myself getting a tiny bit more in tune with what was happening.

The next day my dad flew out early and I fished until my flight in the afternoon.  I returned to the flat from the day before… no dice.  I went in search of somewhere else.

I took a turn off the main road and drove down a dirt road toward the Caribbean, taking it as far as I could before the road disappeared.  The road narrowed to a path and I followed it until I hit the water.  Through a narrow break in the mangroves I stepped out onto a narrow flat hemmed in by a deeper channel on my left and the mangroves on the right.

Turtle Grass… there was turtle grass and with it loads of life…  little cuda’s, schools of smaller fish… at least there was more to look at.

I saw fish… bonefish… coming at me along the edge of the mangroves.  They weren’t big, but they were certainly bonefish.  I made the cast.  I saw the lead fish follow the fly, I saw him eat and I refrained from trout setting.

I had hooked my first bonefish using my own eyes. Very soon afterward I landed my first solo bonefish.

It was small.  It was beautiful.  It was unforgettable.

My first solo bonefish


06
Oct 10

Foot Pursuit Fly Fishing: Step Ladder Bonefish

Derek started a blog recently, coinciding with his move to Florida to pursue the life of a flats guide.  He was already a guide, but more of the trout variety up in Tahoe.  He and I went out to look for surf perch, the first time either of us had done that, back earlier this year before he pulled up stakes and headed East.

He’s having a good time.

I stopped by one of the local roadside flats and plopped the ladder down in the water. I have somewhat almost given up on this flat due to my lack of seeing fish there. So, I decided to give it one more shot, this time I made a plea with the fish Gods. I told them “I am over it and needed to see some fish today, I have put my time in with no complaining and have not seen a Bonefish yet! It is time for you to kick down some fish.”

via Foot Pursuit Fly Fishing: Step Ladder Bonefish.


04
Oct 10

Xcalak on a Monday

Yesterday was a busy day… went down to Monterey to the aquarium which is always a good time and then in the evening I had to do some work.  That left me a bit out of time to do the stuff I normally do… like look for stuff to put on the blog.  Youtube came to the rescue.

Xcalak is what I turned up… if you had a really good arm (or a cannon) you could hit Xcalak from Belize, where I’ll be in November.

I’m sure the guide from this trip would not like to have his fish size estimation skills down in video… what he says is “5 pounds” just isn’t… it isn’t close.  It might be 2.5, but it isn’t on the good side of 3, I’d say.  Bonefish are great fish… wonderful fish, they don’t require embellishment.  I urge you all, don’t add a pound and don’t do the extended-arm-perspective-trick in the photo.  It cheapens the fish.  I’d love to catch a bunch of 2.5 pounders… in fact, I may just do that.  I won’t call them 5 if they aren’t… I don’t need to… I like 2.5 pound bonefish.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dIz8tySdz3s?fs=1&hl=en_US


03
Oct 10

Christmas Island Report « Fly Water Travel

A little report from Fly Water Travel from Christmas Island.  Brian gave an interview a while back about Christmas.

“This past week was great!!! Bones were very active in the AM, less in in the PM. Caught a few smaller trevallys….not GTs. Guides said this was the best week they remember in months!

via Christmas Island Report « Fly Water Travel’s Reel News – 800-552-2729.

Xmas Bone


29
Sep 10

Parrot Cay Bonefish by the Numbers | Blood Knot Magazine

Courtesy of Blood Knot Magazine and Fishing Jones… a little recap.

The first one, an eight pounder, broke off my tippet. Or, more accurately, I did on the strip set.

via Parrot Cay Bonefish by the Numbers | Blood Knot Magazine.


28
Sep 10

Back to the First Bonefish Contest

OK… I’ve kind of let the whole “First Bonefish” contest slide a bit and I need to get back to the business of giving away some Skinny Water Culture gear.

(To review the plot here… send me your story and I’ll draw a name here soon and you’ll be able to go over to Skinny Water Culture and get what you want, in whatever size you need it… pretty nice from some great guys.)

I got a couple first bonefish stories from the This River is Wild blog.  Both are worth a read.  #1. #2 (even better).

Here is the story of my first bonefish as found over on Deneki Outdoors.

Here’s a story from Vince Staley, I dare say one of my first regular readers, about his first bonefish.

Vince, with his first bonefish on.

BONES! 9 O’CLOCK, CAST, CAST QUICKLY!!

BY VINCE STALEY

My guide, Kevin Faulkner, was more excited than me even though this was my first shot at fly fishing for the “ghost of the flats”. Well, almost more excited. I flubbed the cast, as I couldn’t see the Bonefish, all 100 of them. I had traveled to the British Virgin Islands to fish the fabled flats of Anegada Island. The name Anegada is Spanish for drowned island, an apt name as the top of the island is a lofty 28 feet.

To the north of Anegada is Horseshoe Reef, upon which hundreds of ships lie broken. Storms and poor navigation caused these vessels to pile up on the jagged coral rocks. One ancient Spanish wreck delivered the island’s population of free roaming cattle and gave name to Cow Wreck Bay. The island is eleven miles long and two miles at it’s widest. It has a year round population of 175 souls most of whom are related. There are no single women on the island, but many eligible bachelors.

The southern coast is a broad expanse of salt pond, mangrove swamps and sand flats mixed with turtle grass which makes it a perfect environment for Bonefish. Albula vulpes is a very primitive fish that dates back to the Cretaceous period (125 million years ago). It is the perfect game fish; it takes a fly, has lightning speed when hooked, lives in beautiful tropical areas around the globe, is almost inedible (a dinner of desperation) and feeds in very shallow water on anything edible.

Only man finds the Bonefish unappetizing. Barracuda and sharks avidly pursue them which accounts for their incredible spookiness. Example: I made a cast which the wind caught and carried my fly line leader over the lead fish (lined the fish). It spooked and simultaneously the entire school of fish erupted and disappeared in seconds. Rats! Spooking Bonefish is a common thing while pursuing this game fish.

My first day out we had great conditions; wind from the north, sun from the rear and flat calm to rippled surface. Kevin gets real excited when he spots fish. His excitement led me to flub some casts. I had to get him calmed down so I could be more effective. The first hook-up turned out to be a bad barrel knot failure. My next hook-up ran 50 yards and then got some slack: end of ball game. Third time was a charm with a 4.5 lb. fish. This speed merchant ran off the 105’ fly line plus 150 yards of backing. All told the fish ran fives times. Nice. I caught a second fish later that day: 3.5 lbs.

The second day I hooked my first fish by blind casting while we waited for a big cloud to pass. You need lots of sun to see the fish even with polarized sunglasses. As the morning progressed, the wind came from the E-SE which caused too much noise from the waves slapping the boat hull. This noise spooked the Bonefish as we drifted toward their feeding position. We had to disembark and wade across the flats to approach the Bonefish. The bumpy, uneven bottom and crab holes gave me fits. My flat boots were too flexible and lacked ankle support. I had a great chance at a nice school of Bonefish, but just as the lead fish pursued my fly, a little Horse-Eye Jack took the fly inches in front of my target fish. Curses! I got another fish on the way home by blind casting into a big mud (Bonefish stir up the bottom as they feed almost exclusively on benthic organisms).

My last day was really tough as we found no big Bonefish schools, just onesie-twosies. After a morning of frustration we went to the big mud again and I caught a 3 pound fish by blind casting a Dell’s Merkin (crab fly) into 6’ of water. Some fly fishing folks consider this “unsporting” (sight casting snobs), but I still had to present my fake crab fly in a natural manner to get the fish to bite.

Many saltwater fly fishers dream of making the perfect cast to a “tailing” Bonefish”: The subtle take, the hook set and then the mind crashing first run, your reel screaming, the rod throbbing and your heart racing as though you were running beside the fish. Me too, and now I’ve been there, done that, and can’t wait to do it again and again.

Sunburned, bug bitten, and very content; for now.

Vince

Here is a story from reader Steve:

Early April 2004 was my first trip to Exuma. My wife and I were expecting out first child in August of that year and we were invited to spend about a week with her parents and cousins on the island. I kept hearing about what a special place Exuma was from her parents; days spent walking along the beach and lounging in the sun for the women and hours and hours of bonefishing for the boys.

I had heard bourbon addled tales of bonefish from my father-in-law for a while and was a bit skeptical as to the veracity of the stories. Most of the stories started off with “these are some of the craziest damn fish I know of…” and “It’s really hard to explain but take everything you know about trout fishing and forget about it.” I soon had first hand knowledge of what he was telling me.

I remember spending the first days of fishing with my father-in-law John and wife’s cousin Stephen on Rolletown flats getting my “eyes” in shape and practicing casting.  I couldn’t figure out what the hell theses guys were seeing in the water. All I heard was “Here they come” and “You see ’em? Out there, about 80 feet; headed straight at us.” I thought they were just screwing with me until there was a gigantic explosion from a school of spooked bonefish about 10 feet away.

As the days went on I got the hang of spotting fish and seeing the “nervous water” but became more frustrated with my casting ability, tired of watching fish after fish disregard my fly and returning from the flat with little more than a sunburn and a sore right shoulder.  It was during this time I was given the moniker “Sheppard of the Flat.” All I was doing was herding bonefish from one end of the flat to the other.

On the last day of fishing we headed out to the flat in the morning before flying back to Miami that afternoon. I was trying not to get disappointed as the first 2 hours went by without any luck and watching my father-in-law laugh while his reel screamed in bursts and a tight line was drawn across the flat from his line and backing.

I was focused on my pursuit. I saw a school headed toward me, cast out ahead of them, lightly stripped the fly and watched the lead fish and his buddies cruise right on by. I thought that was it until I felt a tug and happened set the hook on my first bonefish. I finally got to watch and hear the line disappear from the reel from one severely frightened bonefish.

I had done it! Finally, after days coming up empty handed I had my first bonefish on the line.  As the rod curved against the Bahaman sky and what looked like 250 feet of line stretched across Rolletown flat, I felt like I was in God’s pocket. That is, until the explosion. Approximately 250 feet away from me water erupted from the flat, the rod straightened out and that was that. I retrieved the line only to pull in a bare leader without any sign of bonefish anywhere.
I left for the airport a little disappointed and incredibly addicted to bonefishing. It took three more trips to Exuma until I was able to put it all together and land my first bonefish but this was the one that started me on my myopic pursuit.

First bonefish from Nate:

I caught my first bonefish on my recent trip to Key West.  My wife wanted to go somewhere warm, and I was wanting to go duck hunting in Saskatchewan.  The comprimise was that I would get two guided days of flats fishing if we went to Key West.

The weather was incredible all week.  85 degrees, sunny, and a slight breeze.  That changed on Thursday and Friday, the two days I booked my fishing days.  The wind picked up to Northern 15mph steady wind.  Still sunny and hot at least, but it eliminated most of the prime bonefish flats, and my opportunity to catch my bonefish on a fly.
I left Thursday morning with high hopes, and a nervous excitement of a journey never taken.  We hit the permit grass flats first, anticipating the fall of the tide for the bonefish to move onto the sandy flats.  We never spotted a permit, but I did get a shot at a lost tarpon.  He was not interested in the crab I threw at him unfortunately.  The sighting was still enough to get my blood pumping.  We moved onto the sandy flats a couple hours later and imediately came upon a group of 3 bones.  The chop created by the strong wind made it very tough to spot the fish at any range, and casting a light bait in a cross wind was extremely difficult.  Needless to say, the opportunity was lost.  That trend continued the rest of the day with the exception of my setting the hook prematurely on one that did find my bait.  My trout fishing habits hurt me in learning to let the fish set the hook when they turning and ran.  We had about 7 or 8 shots at bonefish the first day, but no fish hooked.

We went straight for the bonefish flats the next morning with a mission.  Unfortunately, the fish were not to be found at first.  It took about an hour before coming accross our group, but they spooked by the splash of the bait landing too close.  I feared the wind would ruin me, and my casting.  We finally spotted a group of 3 fish straight down wind, and coming towards us.  The cast was perfect.  6 feet short, right where they would be.  One made straight for it.  I saw him tilt up on it and I knew I had him when I felt the line tighten up.  At the same instant he bolted.  Screaming off 150 yards of line in seconds.  I have never felt that kind of exhilaration from hooking a fish.  Not even a 15lb steelhead on a fly got my blood going like this fish did.  The fight lasted about 5-10 minutes, though there was no telling as it felt like forever to me.  A mix of happiness and terror that it would get off.  I almost collapsed when I saw my guide seal the deal with the net.  It was a beautiful fish.  A very respectable 5lbs.  A fish I will not soon forget.

First bonefish from Dan.

We arrived at noon and by two PM I was happily flogging the water in search of my first bonefish. I was on Little Corn as the result of a conversation with Steve Jennings, a fishing guide from Kamloops, BC. In a conversation with him in his fly shop in Little Fort I told him of all the places in the world I had tried and failed to catch a bonefish. They included Fiji, where the bonefish are as big as stovepipes, Grand Cayman, the Sea of Cortez where, as far as I know they don’t even have bonefish, Florida, and others. Steve told me if I came to Little Corn he’d get me into bonefish. That first afternoon I was just practicing for my big date with Steve the next day. About four PM I returned to the beach where I had started where my wife was waiting for me. While I was talking with her she reported she had seen several bonefish while bobbing in the water. I blind casted a few times and gave up and returned to talk to her with a few feet of line still in the water. I looked down and a small bonefish picked up the fly and took off. He never got to the backing and he only made two short runs but I had my first bonefish. An accident. I’m still sorry I got the first one by accident.


25
Sep 10

Saturday Grab Bag

First, I thought the blog post by Fishing Jones about his most recent foray into the land of bonefish.  As Michael Gracie says in the comments… this is the standard by which future fishing reports will be judged.

We’re the People’s Front of Bud’s Lounge.

It is a great report and I like the Life of Brian reference.  I had an indoor soccer team at one point named The People’s Front of Judea.

On another front, I’ve been sitting down to tie again with Belize on my mind… 55 days, I believe at this point.  I got some advice to tie up some Legless Merkins… I like the look of these guys… wish my Un-Legless Merkins looked as good.

Sans Legs, the Merk looks yummy.

I dug the most recent Deneki post about Andros South that highlighted some local color of a Junkanoo band.  When I was in Grand Bahama last, someone mentioned that the traffic was for a Junkanoo festival and they nearly fell down when I told them I didn’t know what that was.