As Andy put it, "...such a wonderful week, epic fly fishing. I picked up 13 new species for me on fly taking my total to 103, super happy."
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| Gotta hate that 'dirty' water! |
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| The planning stage |
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| The 'party' stage? |
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| Looks like it wasn't all smooth sailing?? |
I think I have improved my skills. Others might say when the sun disappears behind a cloud on Christmas Island you can hear Trevor Martin swear and curse at what he calls the Zebra effect, polaroiding ceases due to low/no light. You seem to stand on the flat to long waiting for the sun to reappear. Well this trip I had more time on the flats and a great rotation of tides, returning to the same flat but different conditions each time. "Go like Hell" became my favorite. Rain we did retire but LOW light and NO WIND became my favorite. WHY? Well I could not wait for the Sun because it was not going to show, to much cloud and a front heading our way by the arvo. SO! We had to deal with the cards we are dealt. The still conditions, you could hear them all over the lagoon tailing and smashing bait and Trevs, black tips ripping the shallows. Tailors were not always easy they needed to be in casting distance and 100% busy because they could feel and hear you in the becalmed conditions. Sighting them before they sighted you was always a heart pumper, most hook ups were at a rod length, hand to hand combat of a real close encounter. This did shock me on occasion more than normal too, when what I thought was a small bone, after the hook was boofed and set, line stinging through the air and stretched hard onto the reel would continue to smash my knuckles with the duel handles until I got the run under control. Half of these brutes straightened the hooks from a standing start, never will I know the size of these missiles, but later I relaxed my strip strike and landed some lovely wide backed beauties. Any bonefish around the 7lb plus in real shallow water, is what I call an extremely exciting fight. PS. I never have liked PARIS Flat I really hated the crowded wall of death, so I would strip off and go swimming in the lagoon. This Trip we got it to our selves and I finally know why its always busy. Pound for pound these Paris Bones PULL hard, I mean real hard. I was so excited to catch another I back handed a cast over my left shoulder and firmly embedded the forgotten to debarb hook into my left ear. Thank You Melow for promptly operating on me with your forceps and firmly ripped it out of my body, luckily with no infection. I was promptly told by the guide to harden up.... he had seen worse and we were moving to another flat pronto. LOL. those BoneFish were well worth the experience anyway woot! woot!
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Trevor Martin CXI July 2015
I think I have improved my skills. Others might say when the sun disappears behind a cloud on Christmas Island you can hear Trevor Martin swear and curse at what he calls the Zebra effect, polaroiding ceases due to low/no light. You seem to stand on the flat to long waiting for the sun to reappear. Well this trip I had more time on the flats and a great rotation of tides, returning to the same flat but different conditions each time. "Go like Hell" became my favorite. Rain we did retire but LOW light and NO WIND became my favorite. WHY? Well I could not wait for the Sun because it was not going to show, to much cloud and a front heading our way by the arvo. SO! We had to deal with the cards we are dealt. The still conditions, you could hear them all over the lagoon tailing and smashing bait and Trevs, black tips ripping the shallows. Tailors were not always easy they needed to be in casting distance and 100% busy because they could feel and hear you in the becalmed conditions. Sighting them before they sighted you was always a heart pumper, most hook ups were at a rod length, hand to hand combat of a real close encounter. This did shock me on occasion more than normal too, when what I thought was a small bone, after the hook was boofed and set, line stinging through the air and stretched hard onto the reel would continue to smash my knuckles with the duel handles until I got the run under control. Half of these brutes straightened the hooks from a standing start, never will I know the size of these missiles, but later I relaxed my strip strike and landed some lovely wide backed beauties. Any bonefish around the 7lb plus in real shallow water, is what I call an extremely exciting fight. PS. I never have liked PARIS Flat I really hated the crowded wall of death, so I would strip off and go swimming in the lagoon. This Trip we got it to our selves and I finally know why its always busy. Pound for pound these Paris Bones PULL hard, I mean real hard. I was so excited to catch another I back handed a cast over my left shoulder and firmly embedded the forgotten to debarb hook into my left ear. Thank You Melow for promptly operating on me with your forceps and firmly ripped it out of my body, luckily with no infection. I was promptly told by the guide to harden up.... he had seen worse and we were moving to another flat pronto. LOL. those BoneFish were well worth the experience anyway woot! woot!
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Trevor Martin CXI July 2015