You Are Not Ready for Bonefish

By Jason Tucker “Jason, give me a cast, tight to the mangroves, forty feet.” This from my guide, Harlon, who is working his ass off poling the skiff in a howling wind and stiff current while I stand on the bow staring holes into the water. “Three o’clock, you’re behind him, cast again.” This is said with an odd mixture of Bahamian urgency and diffidence. What this means...

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