Posted on July 19 2006
“In all directions around me I can see nothing but an endless world of blue and green — water, mangroves, sky. There are no other boats or people, nothing but the wind blowing notes through my rod guides. Standing on the bow deck of a small motorboat, I scan the wide, sandy shelf for movement but see only mirages. Out on the flat, everything can look like a bonefish, while bonefish themselves can look like nothing.” Author Scott Bowen describes his first experiences bonefishing, interestingly enough in the Turks and Caicos. On MidCurrent.