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and Vokey climbed aboard, just as a nice GT crashed right next to the boat. Gould and Vokey immediately grabbed rods and started casting at the fish. The GT charged Gould’ s fly right behind the boat, mouth open, and missed. We were all screaming, one of those great moments when everyone is together in a common pursuit. The fish reappeared on the other side of the boat and, without hesitation, Gould cast over the roof of the boat and landed her fly on the other side. I started laughing and said,“ What are you going to do if that fish eats it!” She simply said,“ We’ ll figure it out.” It was a pretty funny moment for all of us. The fish didn’ t return, but we were all left with some comic relief.
After lunch, we spotted a large GT cruising over a flat and decided to spread out and fish the flat together. This flat was about 75 yards wide and 200 yards long and it was loaded with big bonefish. There were anglers on each edge, GT rods in hand, waiting for a pig to cruise by.
The anglers in the middle of the flat were busy casting to five-to 10-pound bones that came one after the other.
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On the fifth day, we decided to camp on a beach near some great oceanside flats. The morning was very slow and the tide was too low to fish during the middle of the day. We lounged on the beach, swimming, drinking, and telling stories. Later, as the tide started in we geared up and fished near camp. Almost immediately we ran into a large GT that chased Crump’ s fly. I had three GTs charge my fly in a coral cut and hooked the biggest one, which broke me off instantly on the coral edge. All of us had shots at nice GTs but none came to hand. That night we were greeted with fresh crab, caught by our guides. Then we camped under the stars, on a Christmas island beach, in the middle of the central Pacific, a truly awesome experience.
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