Finding a new spot is always fun.
At this time of year the SE pumps daily,
often hitting 18 or so knots. It humps straight across the majority of the
flats on Mahe and Praslin. In fact, a strong SE will cause a great deal of
frustration and anguish as casts are blown awry and vision is all but destroyed
by waves and clouds.
It makes for tough fishing and generally
sees one on the flats at day break (when the wind is only marginally lighter)
or not at all!
This is why our new find is rather unique
(and makes us happy). It’s a kind of man-made backwater. We’ve driven past it
countless times when heading north in search of fish and waves! It’s the sort
of spot written off without a consideration.
I’m not sure what made us stop. We had been
chasing Goldens and Permit all morning and were ready for eggs and bacon. It
may have just been the smooth silky water of a protected section of water. The
enticing allure of not having to squint through chop glare and the idea of casting
without having to make trigonometry calculations in order to land your fly in
the zone.
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| Another day, another place, but somehow wildly appropriate (maybe you had to be there) as JD waits for Fabien , wanting nothing but eggs and 'bekin'! |
But we did. And there lay two bonefish on
the edge of the channel. And they were big. Surprisingly big. What was left of the fishable tide was spent
watching and casting. Although nothing came to hand, we saw several large fish,
including a few Goldens, cruising the deep water of the channel.
The next morning found us chasing Goldens
again on a vast grass flat further South. But as the wind knotted up we were
back in the Blue Bomber and heading North to the new spot a little later.
JD walked the flat and Fab and I spotted
from the man-made wall. It felt like spotting trout or yellows from a dam wall.
It gave us an awesome view point but I soon realised we were spooking fish by
being so high up. Our sandy and sky coloured shirts, which work such a treat on
the wide open spaces of a flat suddenly stood out like a sore thumbs against
the bright tropical green background!
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| Swim boetie, swim! |
JD did get a beautiful Bonefish though. It
headed first for the sea, then wrapped him round a rock and headed back into
the lagoon. It swam right under Fab and I and it looked heavy. Pig heavy. JD
had a swim, unravelled his line, thanked the fish for not changing direction
again and proceeded to land a Bonefish with shoulders of a prize-fighter.
“Heaviest Bonefish I’ve ever caught” were JD’s thoughts.
After discussing the spooking theory in
some detail, it was decided that we would all walk the flats – no would stand
on the high ground. It seemed to work. I connected with a heavy fish that
popped my tippet and the take. A good lesson to self about triple checking
tackle and using the previous days leader was learnt.
However I soon vindicated myself and
brought to hand a stunning fish. Also fat and piggish in girth. It bent my #7
and gave a superb demonstration of how a Bonefish should fight. Two blistering
runs; the first stripping a good 40m of backing off the reel.
It was then Fab’s turn and he had a fight
on his hands with a fish that, although the same length, was a good 2lbs
heavier than mine.
Three fish that were approaching trophy
size is great going on Inner Islands – especially at a new spot one doesn’t
know.
I may just grab the ferry across to Mahe
this coming weekend to chase the farm animals swimming around the pig sty!
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| The #7 and and its tamed pig... |
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| Self Portraits: You've never quiet sure if you got it right... (Photoshop and buildings... no more!) |
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| Fabien and his fatty! |
Please that some of these photos have been edited to hide the location. My apologies but it is for purely selfish reasons. Come and visit and we'll take you there!
