Sunday, June 23, 2013

Sweet Redemption

The deck at Long Island Bonefishing Lodge, The Bahamas.
A little over a year ago, I stood on the deck of the Long Island Bonefishing Lodge overlooking the endless flats that extend into the Atlantic and off toward Cuba. I carefully tumbled a glass of good aged rum into the salt--my sacrifice to the fishing Fates.

They didn't answer. The wind and the rain continued, and a fruitless week spent chasing bonefish came to an end. I was skunked. Humbled. Fishless.

I was reminded by the gang at the lodge that bonefishing--especially the variety we were doing, where anglers fish solely on foot in the "do it yourself" spirit--is truly difficult. It's advanced fly fishing, where everything has to come together. The wind, the sun, the tides... even those maddening Fates ... all have to work in concert to ensure success.

Maybe the Fates listened after all.
bonefish, fly fishing, Long Island Bonefishing Lodge, the Bahamas
Markk Cartwright, fly fishing
guide: "Welcome to the club." 
I shouldn't feel so bad, they said. With the weather we had--overcast skies and wind that would have wrapped Marilyn Monroe's skirt around her neck and rolled her off into the deep--we faced long odds on the flats. But it was just salve. I was wounded. My pride took a serious blow that week--one that I never truly recovered from.

But you can earn some redemption... you can reset your fishing axis. Sometimes it takes a simple change in attitude. Sometimes it takes another trip to a remote Bahamian island where bonefish swim and taunt trout guys like me from afar. Sometimes, you have to hop a plane, suffer through a cross-country red-eye and then climb aboard a shake-and-bake
commuter to a little airport in the middle of nowhere.

Sometimes, as my favorite Caribbean troubadour might say, you have to change your latitude.

So I did.

Fish on. Many fish on.

Redemption.


2 comments:

  1. I think that sometimes the being there is more important than what's accomplished.

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    1. I completely agree, Howard... But finally getting that monkey off my back was huge for me... HUGE.

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