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12/23/10

christmas bonefishing hawaii:

'twas three days before christmas.

 

 

twas three days before christmas, and as i stared at the flat,

i thought, “i wonder if i can squeeze a blog out of that.”

 

others were already out there chucking the fly.

all with the same twisted intentions as i.

 

to spend countless hours (and $$$) to be in the know,

of how to fool bonefish with feathers and then let them go.

 

with a low sun and no wind it was apparent to me,

that the glare on the water would make it impossible to see.

 

so doug with his loomis and i my 8wt. bvk,

waded out into the fracus to start the winter bombing day.

 

when from my left side i heard such a shout.

i glanced over to see what doug was whining about... (this time).

 

his rod was bent over a familiar sight.

dougy had hooked up and beat me to this day’s first bite.

 

he landed it quickly, it was only a pound,

but it gave us a clue, “there’s fish around!”.

 

 

i got back to getting over the first fish of the day hump,

when through the cork handle i felt something, “was that a bump?”

 

 

i paused for a moment... stripped again 'cause i knew,

that bumping is something that rats often do.

 

just as i expected the bump came again.

this bones gonna take it, it was just a matter of when.

 

call it a player, an eater, a sucker.

i knew it was on my fly, “c’mon eat it you fucker”.

 

 

and then came that good pull that i was waiting for,

a solid strip set and away that bone tore.

 

by the backing it peeled out and the way that it fought.

“hey, this guy may be a little bigger than i thought.”

 

 

it wasn’t a monster but that’s all good and okay,

for the first one of six, not bad, on such a winters day.

 

 

and doug kept his ,”streaks on baby”.  he ended with four,

but when you hang with nwff, it’s never about keeping the score.

 

 

it’s all about friends horsing around, laughing, and playing with gear.

add water and fish and you can have christmas all year!

 

and as we called it a day and rolled off the flat.  i just shrugged my shoulders and said, “well, sometimes like that.”

 

merry christmas to all the peeps and pounders out there from clay, sean, and e.t.

 

 

i know this blog is lame and not the best of christmas rhymes,

but sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do on the quest for... good times.

 

 

clay.


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