It was a slow day. The guide my dad and I went out with had an old boat, a bit worse for wear, and his eyes appeared to be going. He was having a heck of a time finding fish. I got out of the boat to wade across a point, I think because the boat was scrapping bottom and it was easier to pole if I got out.
Then… as I was wading, I saw a couple fish moving along the shore-line.
Tags: Bahamas, bonefishing, fly fishing
