We made the 15 minute jaunt into the grassy flats and immediately ran up on two schools of bones. We managed to spook them before we could get one on the hook. Shortly afterward we found another school and the Hell’s Bay was a quiet as a baby sleeping. The light chop slipped past the hull without a sound and the school of big bonefish hung around feeding for at least 30 minutes.
A few small lemon sharks kept the bonefish moving away from us so Skipper advised me to shift to shark fishing. Minutes later I was hooked up on a 20 pounder and spent the next hour catching and releasing sharks on the flats.
We didn’t catch a bonefish but it’s like the greenhorn who asked the gunslinger if he’d killed anybody that day. The guy eyeballed the greenhorn and said, “No, but the day ain’t over yet.” Skipper and I are headed back out to hook a bone. The day ain’t over yet.
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