You visit Andros South to catch big bonefish…
Well, don’t you?
Photo by Andrew Bennett
If you are competing in the Inaugural Chickcharney Invitational, however, it’s a no-holes-barred multi-species grudge match. So anything goes, but size doesn’t necessarily matter.
MG signing off (because the competition was supremely tough, and he has to go pay up to the winners)
Next year I bring my pilchard rig and we run away with it.
I’ll bring a box of Sharpies. Between us I am sure we can catch at least a couple dozen “strains” of pilchard.
(subdued chuckle)
Chuckle all you want Texan! Your Chickcharney record is going down!
The trophy will remain forever with the first person to master the “conch set”.
Game over.
Take off my buff, right now. Unacceptable… mumble mumble, tarpon buff, mumble, bonefishing… [trail off grumbling].
And also, tell them to stop saying ‘cuda’. The correctly shortened form is ‘barra’.
Heck…I’m still wearing it. And I’ve been back a week.
I feel ya. Sometimes I’ll put on my whole fly fishing outfit — bugslinger Bonefish Coin shirt, Bugslinger crossed rods visor, (but no wading shoes cause they’re uncomfortable… like pants) — and just paw through my fly boxes… I may have said too much.