The dejected slump in my shoulders must have been palpable. We'd pushed into a skinny maze of mangroves in search of big Mayan bonefish along the Mexican border with Belize, and we found them. But I was sure I’d blown my chance to bring a nice fish to hand.
Adrielle, my guide for the day, spotted two big fish – maybe 5 pounds each (bigger than average in this corner of the world) – lurking along the cover line, just as I pointed my rod at the deliberately moving bones.
"Yes!" he said enthusiastically in my ear. "That's them. Cast!"
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