Great post eds. But others' experiences, including my own, are very
different. I mean, for instance, I almost never throw into a mud that
obscures the target fish since my purest obsession in life is stalking
sighted bones on the move. And "tailers" being too spooked? To me
they sometimes seem mesmerized, sometimes don't, like stripers in a
rise of worms.
I've never lived long enough at a bonefishing place to pick up a full
monthly set of patterns, much less monthly within seasonal patterns,
but two weeks in a place with some hindsight can give you some
useable information, especially for nxt time. Especially if it's a limited
place to fish, without hundreds of square miles of various ideals of
bonefish water , like crabby sand and clammy mud and grassy flats
and rocky hideouts spread over various depths and temperatures and
movements. I was once on five acres of hidden flat 40 miles out in a
huge expanse of prime island habitat (southwest Andros) that had
essentially maybe never been fished. There was not one square foot of
bottom that had not been puffed and pocked for anything and
everything that lived there. Totally wiped out. There won't be anything
to come back for for a long time, but they'll be around.
And then there's the big loners. I don't think they get to be what they
are by being very predictable to predators, but they do try to eat well
every day.
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