Mike headed out before dawn for the flats, determined to find the right combination of location, timing, tides, and fly. Other days the fish would follow his fly but turned up their wet noses because the smell wasn’t right. He walked down the beach looking for hermit crabs and found rings in the sand, apparently from a local fisherman’s buckets; he looked around and found part of a dead hermit crab and made this fly:
Tadaaa! He landed 4 including one of the biggest bonefish he’s ever caught - it made 2 really long runs out through the flat.
That was the best part for him. The best part for me was when he came home and told me the story. :-)
We headed to an open air restaurant on the beach for our last dinner in Tulum - the pictures don’t do it justice. Bus trip to Valladolid tomorrow. HAPPY TRAILS!
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