So I saddled up my seahorse, with a fly rod in my hand. I was not looking for salvation, just a salty piece of land....
Sandy Point, Abaco was that salty piece of land this past week for my group of angling adventurers. We landed at the end of the road and Rickmon Lodge on Saturday and felt the worries of the world disappear as we readied our gear for the week ahead. We all came from the northwest but hailed from many walks of life. Builders and businessmen, chefs and plumbers, retired welders and unemployed trout bums, we came to the flats to chase after bonefish and adventure. Both were found. No one went home without at least one quest fulfilled, some a quest not even imagined.
Weather is always the great unknown when heading to the tropics and this week was no different. If you didn't like it you just had to wait a few minutes and things changed. We had wind and calm, sun and cloud, fantastic thunderstorms and perfect tropical days. The storms for the most part provided entertainment in the evening into the night. The lightning would light up the night sky showing the silhouette of Gorda Cay or Cast-a-way Cay with Micky's cruise ship at anchor. The show would last most of the night and one night moved closer to our home a way from home and provided an up-close view of the power of nature.
Mornings dawned peacefully with a breeze coming from a different direction most days. This provided the opportunity to fish different flats, looking for protection from the breeze. Personally I never fished the same place twice during the week and still never saw all the places to fish. Sandy Point offers a vast of territory to chase Bonefish. Guess I'll just have to return.
The fishing itself ran from fair to great with plenty of big Bonefish to play with. Many fish in the 5-7 pound range found our flies and many more eluded them. Anglers traveling to the flats for the first time were in awe of these powerful silver bullets and many converts to the Brotherhood (and Sisterhood) of the Bonefish were made. All received official Brotherhood names with certificates (suitable for framing mon!) on the last night of our stay with one in particular being a very appropriate name. Darrell "One Cast" Webb earned his name by hooking and landing the first Permit he ever saw in his life on the first cast! The battle lasted 50 minutes and when the dust had settled a 30 pound Permit posed for photos before being released to look for another lucky angler. Ya wanted to hate him but he's such a nice guy!
We fished with different guides each day, a rotation based on a first day drawing. Each guide was scored by the anglers with points awarded each day on the bases of ten different criteria. On the last day the scores were added and entries into a drawing were made based on the score. The prize for the week was a new Winston fly rod donated by the R.L. Winston Company and a Bauer MZ 4 fly reel donated by the kind folks at Bauer Reels. Rods and reels are not easy to come by for most of these young men and the guides all worked hard for a chance to win this prize. In the end the outfit went to "Foots" a very deserving young man and one of the nicest guys you'd ever want to fish with. He's probably out on the flats right now chasing Bonefish with his new rod! All the guides were a real pleasure and I look forward to fishing with them again very soon.
The only bad part about any trip is that it does come to an end. We have to return to our everyday lives and the duties we have made for ourselves. It's comforting to think that while we make our way through our normal everyday lives there's a bit of adventurer that we keep in our heart knowing that there's always a Bonefish (or Permit) out there with our name on it and a salty piece of land.