Sleeping bags laid out, we headed straight out onto the flats. Granted, heavy cloud made sighting fish a challenge at best though miles of sandy flats inspired us. As ever, nerves kicked in for the first few fish though eventually my muscles relaxed enough for a cast to lay a true cast and it was game on. Now, small bonefish can be a bit of a handful, but something pushing 8lb pulls like a train. Even worse, is when a shark homes in on your hooked fish then things get very interesting. All I’ll say is a bonefish with a shark on its tail tears off like a formula 1 car. Running after sharks and stamping your feet might not seem wise but on this occasion it worked a treat…
~Thankfully this bonefish survived the razor sharp teeth of a menacing shark~