It was a miracle we even got to Abaco that day given the snow storm and airport closures the day before. Everyone was delayed (me at JFK; Shannon, Doug, Linda, Kat, and Rob at Newark) but somehow we all made it! It was dark when I finally arrived on the island. Anne and Ken of Abaco Lodge were kind enough to meet me at the airport, help me get my bearings, and showed me the way to the house.
The following morning, I woke up to:
|View of bonefish flats from the deck of our house. Abaco|
|Kat's first day bonefishing. The Marls, Abaco|
Some of you might be wondering how Hulk (my new 8-weight Sage TCX rod) performed? He did great but he really wasn't tested that day. Most casts were in the 30–40 ft. range. It was breezy (15-20 mph winds) but nothing out of the ordinary for a day on the flats. He definitely appreciated the 75 degree weather.
Abaco Lodge discourages needless (bone)fish porn, which I totally respect. David would handle our catch as minimally as possible when releasing them. Therefore, we did not take any pics with our fish. Instead, we both tried our hand at underwater photography. It was rather hit or miss at first but I did manage to get a few good shots, including the one below.
|One of many lovely (and happy ;) bones caught and released. Abaco|
|Sharing stories and Kaliks after our first day bonefishing on Abaco. Abaco Lodge|
Dark and Stormy...best describes the days that followed. It's also the name of Shannon's signature cocktail, one of many we drank during those stormy days and nights. Drinking and eating some great meals cooked by our personal 5-star chef (Kat :), would be the primary activities enjoyed during this trip. It would be hard to top the feast we had of stone crab claws and lobster tails, simply prepared and served with black truffle butter.... Well, maybe stalking and landing a gorgeous double-digit bone on a perfect cast ;).
I must confess, it felt strange not holding a fishing rod for the majority of my vacation. While Hulk brooded, neglected in a corner, I wondered: When did I become such a singleminded fly fisher girl? I used to be a well-rounded individual with all sorts of diverse interests and hobbies. Then I realized that ALL my vacations for the past 3 years have been centered around just one thing—fly fishing. So naturally, it made sense that I was out of sorts when I couldn't fish every day (or even every other day). Reminder to self: There is more to life than fly fishing ;).
But despite the rain and wind, Shannon, Doug, and I took kayaks out one morning, attempting to reach a nearby island (it was further than we thought!). In the afternoon, Kat and I tried paddleboarding for the first time which was great fun and somewhat challenging in the choppy waters. And despite dark ominous clouds and 30 mph gusts, Shannon and I fished the flats one late afternoon. Probably, the only way we could have spotted a bonefish in those conditions would have been if it swam right up to us and gave us the fin (or the tail). But we enjoyed our walk out on the flats, admired huge colorful starfish, all the while keeping a close eye on a nearby 5-foot + shark.
When it Rains... It Pours!We originally planned for 3 days of fishing with the option to add more, but time was running out. We had just 2 days left and I was determined to fish if at all possible. Thursday's forecast did not look good. But I spoke with Ken and he said there was a chance for some clear weather in the morning, so Linda and I decided to take a gamble. We would fish with Abaco Lodge. Shannon and Doug were fishing different waters (southeastern part of the island) with a guide arranged through the owners of the house were staying at.
Ken told me we'd be fishing with Marty, the Crocodile Dundee of Abaco guides. From one of the oldest Bahamian families on the island, he hunts for wild boar (with just a knife ;), knows the Marls better than anyone, and is quite the character. Ken shared a few Dos and Don'ts with me: Don't get on Marty's boat without first asking permission; Don't drink the Coca Colas that are in the cooler specifically for him; Do EXACTLY as he says and you will have a great day fishing. I tried to keep an open mind...
|Linda, ready to catch her first bone. Abaco|
Right before we left, Anne told us that Marty, being a true Bahamian, was rather superstitious of rain. Many believe if their heads get wet, they'll catch a cold. As the rain became more steady and black clouds closed in on us, Marty tells us we're leaving.
|Crocodile Marty on the Marls, Abaco|
Marty took us to a relatively dry spot not too far from the Lodge. There were no signs of any bones. Just one lone grey heron. As Marty prepares to move us to a different spot, Linda steps down from the bow and takes a spill on the slick, rain-soaked deck. She's bruised and shaken but otherwise seems okay. But there's no question now, we head back to the Lodge.
I did go back out briefly with Marty in the afternoon (Oops! I forgot to ask permission to come aboard his boat ;). He clearly thought it was a hopeless venture. And it's true, we didn't spot a single bone during the hour we were out. I would have been happy with just one. I'm afraid I can't comment on how good a guide "Crocodile Marty" is. I really didn't get a chance to fish with him. But I can say, he definitely does not like being out in the rain.
|Doug's second bonefish, a real beauty!|
Friday was our last full day on Abaco and our last day of fishing. It was just the girls today, the Julianas: Shannon and I (with David); Kat and Linda (with Marty). Weather-wise, it turned out to be a decent day. Lord knows it couldn't have been much worse than the day before. The Marls were glass calm that morning with barely a whisper of a breeze. We ran into some spooky bones early on along with an amazing school of baby hammerhead sharks, not much bigger than my forearm. The Marls are simply an incredible marine nursery!
|Hyun + Hulk on the hunt.|
Later that evening, we celebrated Kat's upcoming birthday with yet another feast. Anne and Ken joined us at the house. It was a great end to a wonderful trip... Come rain or come shine.
|Shannon, smiling while she lands another Abaco bone.|
|Another view from below. Abaco|
- Shannon and Doug for the invitation to share in their Abaco bonefishing adventure.
- Jon Fisher of Urban Angler for putting me in touch with Oliver White of Abaco Lodge and Nervous Waters.
- Ken and Anne, the super friendly and helpful managers of Abaco Lodge.
- David, Trevor, and Marty, our guides.
- Chef Kat and grillmaster Rob.
- The whole gang (Linda, Kat, Rob, Shannon, and Doug), whose company cheered up this flygirl suffering from the bonefish blues on a couple of dark and stormy days.
So, where next???