After my quick casting lesson we were off. Off quietly walking in calf to knee deep water watching for the glint of bone fish fins. The surroundings were spectacular. Large rock outcroppings into the water. Little cul-de-sacs where water would slowly and gently wash in and out. Gorgeous crystal clear water, through which the brilliant sun beamed to the sand floor.
The setting was incredible, the experience? Well….
We hadn’t been walking, well sleuthing quietly is more like what we were doing, for no more than 15 minutes when Clint held his hand up. You know a kind of military navy seals, “stop, silence, enemy ahead, prepare yourself.” Quietly he turned to me and semi-whispered, “do you see those fins over there, those thin silvery fins just above the water line reflecting the sun?” Squinting, like it would help me see better, I began scanning the water line about the area Clint was pointing. “uhhhh….” before I could say yes or no Clint said, “right over there…see them…right there!” Well what apparently wasn’t obvious to Clint was that I WAS NOT seeing these fish fins. He cast got a nibble but nothing more.
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