My friend Kirk Deeter gave me perhaps the best advice during this agonizingly long wait for my first-ever bonefishing experience: "You'll be a lot more fun to hang around with at the end of the day if you wear some quick-dry underpants."
Wheels are up here in Idaho Falls on March 3, giving me precious little time to finish tying bonefish flies, the patterns to which were shamelessly pilfered from the internet (I dug deep and Googled "bonefish flies"). I don't get to the Bahamas until March 4, and my penance is an overnight stay in the sketchy environs of Newark Liberty International Airport.
|Photo courtesy of Long Island Bonefishing Lodge|
From there, it's a three-hour, early morning hop to Nassau, and then a shake-and-bake to Dead Man's Cay, the lodge, and something with rum in it.
And then bonefish, of course. I can't wait...