No that’s not some kind of urological disorder. It is a description of some barely noticeable ripples in the usually dead, calm surface of the flat that indicates fish, bonefish, are moving underneath, pushing water ahead of them. There,” Dee says, sounding a bit more urgent, “12 o’clock, straight ahead, three big bonefish. Make a cast six feet in front of them.” Suddenly my hands seem to turn to stone.