Oliver White stands barefoot on a platform on the back of his skiff, using an 18-foot graphite pole to nudge the shallow-draft boat along. He scans the water for bonefish, the prized fly rod quarry of the Bahamian flats, shadowy in natural silver and black camouflage.
“There’s one, man. Two o’clock,” he tells me. I spot the fish—a large one—and cast. As my 2-inch-long shrimp fly nestles on the sandy bottom, I give it a few tugs to make it lifelike. The bonefish follows the fly for a few feet, then suddenly flushes, creating a 25-yard-long wake as it flees.
