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Sunday, May 04, 2003
Off the Water at Deep Creek, Eleuthera
May 4, 2003
We returned to Deep Crack on Saturday evening, this time parking further north and wading in near the mouth of the creek that filled the flat. The tide was dead low, and we staked out hoping to see fish come up onto the shallows out of the creek. I made the big mistake of wading further inshore thinking I might find fish back where we had seen them in the morning. As I crossed the channel towards the mangrove island, I saw a big push of fish move by me at high speed. I pointed them out to the rest of the gang and headed further inshore. Big mistake. While I wasted precious minutes stalking some small, local snapper, which I mistook for bonedogs, the mother of all bonefish pods had settled in around Thorne, Alex and Sumin for an evening bight. They bagged a bunch of big bones before I made my way back fishless.
We returned to Deep Crack on Saturday evening, this time parking further north and wading in near the mouth of the creek that filled the flat. The tide was dead low, and we staked out hoping to see fish come up onto the shallows out of the creek. I made the big mistake of wading further inshore thinking I might find fish back where we had seen them in the morning. As I crossed the channel towards the mangrove island, I saw a big push of fish move by me at high speed. I pointed them out to the rest of the gang and headed further inshore. Big mistake. While I wasted precious minutes stalking some small, local snapper, which I mistook for bonedogs, the mother of all bonefish pods had settled in around Thorne, Alex and Sumin for an evening bight. They bagged a bunch of big bones before I made my way back fishless.
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