Flies are named after it, but dreams are made of it – we’re talking the West Side of South Andros Island. Consider yourself lucky if you get over there – it’s accessible only on the right tide with the perfect wind conditions, but the cash out is big. You won’t see another boat all day, a fact that equates to fish that get precisely zero pressure. You figured bonefish were hungry critters, but these West Side jokers take the cake.
The weather was pristine – light winds and generally blue bird skies. We prowled for singles/doubles for the first couple of hours, then ran out to some large schools around Isle of Nowhere (which can be found virtually anywhere near Andros). Kyle “Let’s Cook ‘Em And Eat ‘Em” Perkins managed the first bonefish of his life, a point made ever more extraordinary by the fact that he’s never caught a fish out of salt water before. Or even tried.
Now all we need to do is teach him how to handle those fish out of water.
MG signing off (to hit the shutter button a millisecond too late, again)
A millisecond sooner and you would’ve been wishing you got this shot…
Truth. 100%.
Handle schmandle… like prison soap. Lets hope the hangovers keep the shutter finger slow… standard hero shots are boring too look at. That pic is awesome.
hmmm. Indeed. Perhaps it would serve you well to hire Mr. Landeen as your private photographer for FIBFest next year. His rates are competitive and my agent fees are some of the lowest in the industry.
Yes. You should listen to Nate for once…
Just this once?
I hear that Landeen guy is really good, but do you think you could get me a special deal with him? I’d really like to get my Playboy Centerfolds Who Flyfish coffee table book done but my understanding is Landeen is too busy for such projects.
Too busy for the MG? Never happen… especially if he gets me an invite to Andros.
You think I could charge Kyle some type of royalty?
I really think I would look better behind a Landeen piloted camera lens. Just sayin.
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You’ve created a whole new genre of fly fishing photography: the gripless grin.
Just giving the industry what it needs…another niche!
Looks like it’s turning around in mid-air to exact revenge. Some sort of Kill Bill sequence.
It subsequently kissed him on the cheek, then took a swipe at his beard with a Samurai sword. So…yes.
There are few better places on the planet than the West side. When I need to take my mind somewhere else because I’m sitting in traffic or getting a prostate exam, that’s where I imagine I am.
And that is a truly great pic. Have one for me, MG.
We got into the west again today, and once again it was dreamy (at least until the wind started howling, and which point it became just great).
I’ll have a dozen for you. And then another.