Fishless in a pretty place

At least I didn’t get skunked.

For three weeks last month I enjoyed the balmy warmth of the Bahamas, drove on the wrong side of the road, ate a lot of conch, and cast a lot of flies.

I’d never been fishless in prettier places.

In my defense, the trip wasn’t specifically designed for fishing. It was a family vacation, but I just happened to pack along an eight-weight rod and a box of saltwater flies. It would give me something to do when I wasn’t being dad or grandpa.

And what a grand place it was to fish.

We spent the first week in a house on Eleuthera located on auspiciously named Bonefish Ba...