There is no time to regret. After inspecting my fly box the guide selects a small pattern on a 8 size hook. Tiny for the Bahamian standards but he's the man.
I am still reckoning on the failed chance when a large school of bones seem to make its way toward us. The fish approch fast, in as sort of spread wedge formation
that reminds me the helicopters scene in the movie
'Apocalypse Now'. Overblowned by the sight, I can almost hear
Wagner's Ride of the Valkyries in the moments preceeding the cast.
