tl;dr i know but...
went to Grand Key, Bahamas two weeks ago with my dad mostly on an offshore/bottom fishing trip but we brought a stand-up paddleboard along and at the end of the day my buddy and i paddled over to some flats and it was just really amazing. first time i had fished for bones there and it was just really impressive. fish were wayyyyyyy bigger than normal bahamas bones. smallest fish i saw the whole time was prob 5 pounds and saw the 2 biggest bones i've ever seen. one of them looked like it was 3 ft long underwater it was crazy...my buddy took a shot at that one and spooked it.
i had really good luck though, esp with the conditions. we basically fished from 6-8pm with crappy light and a lot of wind (15kts+ every night) but i managed to catch a bonefish 3/4 nights. two of them were personal bests too.
the first one i would estimate at around 7lbs (and more or less confirmed with the length/weight conversion table). saw this fish as we were getting ready to quit for the night as light had all but disappeared. my buddy spotted a shape in the sand about 30ft away and (because i just got a new rod--sage txc 7wt
) was just making a few false casts to see how it felt so i was prepared. first cast didn't do anything, fish kept swimming to my left and farther away. luckily this was kind of crosswind and i am left-handed so it was still right in my range. picked up, made a 2nd cast, but it wasn't great and fish turned again so kind of out of range. immediately picked up and made a great cast about 50ft crosswind, leading the fish by a few feet and it was right on the edge of my vision too so at this point i couldn't tell anything whether the fish was following it or not. strip, strip, strip, pause, strip, pause, strip, i kind of relax like "not happening", strip, BAM! line sings off, fish heads into the channel, get the fly line back and a 5-6 ft bull shark comes out of nowhere flying after the bonefish onto the flat. i go slack on the line to let the fish swim, and it basically swims right at me, i frantically try and recover the line to get back tight and do with the hook still in. the bone then stayed in the skinny water and we rounded it up about 2 or 3 minutes later. this was the first night after running across from FL and was a great way to start the trip as well as being a personal best bonefish!
the 2nd night was the only night we struck out. we had two good opportunities but my buddy just couldn't capitalize and we were really short on time, prob only had 40 min of sorta light.
the 3rd night we came over after a loooooooong day of trolling in 5-7 ft seas, getting our ass kicked and not catching **** (missed 2 really good blue marlin bites like a n00b), as well as basically breaking the paddleboard i had borrowed coming off on of the waves. we patch the board up and head over to the flat for some incredibly therapeutic bonefishing. this was def the night we saw the most fish. i am not sure how many "shots" we had but we easily saw over 30 bones all of which were 5lbs+. really early into the wade i made one of the best casts of my life, about 45ft directly into a 20kt wind and had a bonefish eat and just didn't get a hook set and it came off within 40 ft of its initial run. after that, i was mostly hanging back and letting my buddy take the shots since he had never caught one before. we get to sort of the end point of the flat and i was hanging back about 50 ft from my friend who was casting at a group of 3-4 fish that were tailing hard right on the edge where the sand meets the grass.
i turn around and see a big bone working hard literally maybe 15 ft right behind me. i am like fk how do i not scare this thing. so i make a crappy little roll cast at it and it sort of half-spooks. it makes one kick with the tail, does like a semi-circle away and then slows down. i wait a couple seconds and it starts feeding back upcurrent and is now about 40 ft away from me. i wait until i have a good down-crosswing angle and make a nice cast just a couple feet in front of him. make like 1 or two strips and the fish totally reorients, starts tracking the fly hard, nose down, and like one strip later fish was onnnnnnn. it was such a sick bite to watch, truly incredible. this fish then proceeded to haul assssss went immediately across the flat and into the deep water. and just did. not. stop. i have 225 yards of backing on that fly reel and he was easily more than halfway into it. i really did not think i had a chance at landing it, especially after having seen the bull shark 2 nights before. there was also a huge rock in the far side of the channel that he was headed straight for and i really thought i was going to lose it with only 12lb tippet. somehow, i manage to keep gaining line and get the fish back onto the flat and after about 15 minutes i had the fly line on the reel again. after another 6 or 7 minutes my buddy scooped him up and i had a new personal best. i think this one was about 8.5-9lbs based on feel/relative to the other one and length/weight conversion tables.
(huge props to the iphone camera)
i'll keep the TR shorter here on the last one. the last night was def the most relaxed night of bonefishing. we had had a killer day on the reef, caught a gazillion snapper and grouper, and managed to avoid the real sketchy weather. we cruised over on the paddle again and began looking. wasn't nearly as active as the day before and our lighting was even worse. we spooked more fish than we had shots at and the wind was really really howling (gusts to 25kts prob). my buddy brought a spinning rod and i mostly was just following along. this was the night we saw the monster fish that just spooked when he tossed the jig in. anyways, after seeing prob 6 or 8 bones and not catching one we decide to start walking back. after a minute or so we are walking, and hear a fish spook just a few feet in front of us. we are like "damn" but then i look around and see 3 fish, staggered slightly, feeding right into the current. they are about 50 ft down/crosswind and i quickly untangle my fly line, take one backcast, and shoot a cast right in front of them. fish tracks on it real hard, immediately, and i have another one on. was def the smallest of the trip but so fun to catch. i had such a ridiculous sense of fulfillment fighting it on the last few minutes on the last night of my trip. hard for me to think of any fish i'd rather catch on fly.