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With Louis “Quality plus Quantity” Cahill, you get exactly what you’re looking for…

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And then there’s a few pics from the cross-eyed dude with the Gotcha embedded in his left shoulder (yes, Smithhammer hit me!)…

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These sets will get updated each evening, so come back around anytime.

Meanwhile, yesterday’s fishing report is officially canceled as we had a Keith Richard’s sighting last night at the tiki bar (a.k.a. Slack Tide). Dealing with the paparazzi was a bitch.

Good for you, however, because the first person to guess who our Rolling Stone impersonator is wins a free Andros South cap!

MG signing off (to find some Tylenol for my aching head sore casting arm)

Uncle Boy’s boat ramp

You cross Deep Creek in a makeshift limousine, compadres alongside, anxious about the day’s events to come.

Pulling up at the boat ramp, you move around to the back of the van to gather your belongings. Uncle Boy, Master of the Ramp, is there to greet you.

A vibrant and overtly non-suspicious Border Collie Uncle Boy is, and his stock in trade is sniffing all outgoing guests for expert bonefishing skills.

Yesterday morning I fooled Uncle Boy by stuffing my wading pack with beef jerky. He took to me like I was wearing a freshly woolen coat, herding me every which way until the moment I stepped on the skiff. It’s hard to have a bad day when such a fine pup starts it for you.

The team of Kirk “Cool Backhand Luke” Deeter and Michael “I’ll lose this fly I tied if it kills me” Gracie tallied 15 bones to hand. Cool Hand was an “A” student while the impetuous author scored 66% – three modded Veverka’s Mantis Shrimp and a Creature Feature attached to about a foot of 1X IGFA tipped are now firmly ensconced in the mouths of southern tip shrimp patrols. You can do the math.

Our guide, part-time tide clock repairman and full-time wisdom dispenser Torrie Bevans put us on schools of fish sometimes several hundred strong, and often within minutes of when he told us impatient bastards trout-oriented anglers they would be there.

“Mine is a boat for chillin’…Once the rod is loaded, there is no more loadin’ you can do…Bonefishin’ makes sense mon,” Torrie says. “And if your cast don’t make sense to you, stop, think about it, and recast.”

“After I pull the fly out of my hat,” I retort.

MG signing off (to meet my maker – so stay tuned)

Anticipating arrival

Onboard an aeroplane at 12:30am. Landed in Congo Town at 5:25.

Show to my quarters. Now I really need the bar.

A short walk from point A to point B. Sand drifts effortlessly between foot and sandal.

It is a familiar feeling.

A few beers later I am bouncing off the walls. Even though there aren’t any in this tiki hut.

Anticipating the flats.

It feels like I haven’t caught a bonefish since I started losing my hair shaving my head.

I didn’t pack near enough razors. And with good reason.

MG signing off (although sleeping WILL be an issue)