Fly Punk - Issue 3
Fly Punk - No tweed, wicker baskets or trousers tucked into socks. Just a free digital magazine aimed at the fly fishing punk ... Read on and join the party ...
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BONE FISHING<br />
IN FRENCH<br />
POLYNESIA<br />
(WITH SHARKS)<br />
― stephen eder―<br />
I<br />
t all begins on the edge of a frozen pond<br />
in Woodstock, New York. I’m standing<br />
ankle deep in crusty snow whipping my<br />
8 wt. in the 30° F breeze. Dude, I’m practicing<br />
my double haul cast because I’m<br />
about to go on a fly fishing trip of a lifetime<br />
and I don’t want to blow it.<br />
My destination is Rangiroa, located in<br />
French Polynesia. Rangiroa is the worlds<br />
second largest atoll. It was formed by<br />
a lava dome that collapsed a gazillion<br />
years ago. My mission: catch a bonefish<br />
- and the ones in Rangiroa are among the<br />
world’s largest.<br />
Weeks earlier, I began researching<br />
YouTube bone fishing videos. Boners like<br />
the shallows where they forage for little<br />
crabs and other goodies. Glib experts<br />
warn that these shallow flats are often<br />
raked by high winds. You have to have<br />
a good double haul cast to get your line<br />
out through these gales or the only way<br />
you’ll ever catch one of these skittish<br />
fish is if it dies of laughter watching the<br />
wind send your fly into your face.<br />
On my first back cast, the business end<br />
of my line snags the windshield wiper of<br />
my Subaru. When I climb up the snow<br />
bank to free the tippet I try to act like this<br />
was part of my plan.<br />
Weeks later I arrive at toasty Rangiroa<br />
airport. 93° F 1000% humidity. I’m here<br />
directing a documentary film shoot<br />
on sharks. Whenever I can, I get up<br />
early to practice my double haul on the<br />
ocean side of the atoll, hoping if I can<br />
cast in the heavy winds there, I might<br />
have a chance of getting the line out a<br />
respectable distance inside Rangiroa’s<br />
coral confines.<br />
The shoot ends successfully and next<br />
morning after the crew departs for<br />
the States. I rush down to the dock by<br />
Rangiroa Divers to join the one man who<br />
can make my bucket dream come true:<br />
Ugo Angely. Half Italian, half Polynesian,<br />
Ugo served as the skipper of our camera<br />
boat. A mass of muscle, stealthy<br />
intellect and intensity, Ugo’s booming<br />
voice cuts through the wind so cleanly<br />
he almost blew out the eardrums of our<br />
sound mixer one day. Using his marine<br />
radio is a mere a formality.<br />
Ugo knows “the flats and where are<br />
the bonefish.” So far he only knows me<br />
as a film director, but as far as fishing’s<br />
concerned, he has no idea if I’m just<br />
another careless poser who will plant a<br />
fly in his neck.<br />
Ugo’s boat, manufactured by Tahiti<br />
Nautic Center, is operated from a cockpit<br />
in the bow. Ugo can steer with one hand<br />
and harpoon Mahi Mahi with the other.<br />
As we clear the cement wharf , he puts<br />
the pedal to the metal. Two hours later<br />
we are on the far side of the 43 mile-long,<br />
16-mile-wide oval-shaped atoll. The flats<br />
where we anchor are breathtaking, and<br />
the heat is intense. I thank the fish gods<br />
that the winds are kind of manageable.<br />
Ugo and I load my backpack with my<br />
extra rod, some water bottles and a point<br />
and shoot camera. We slip overboard<br />
into what feels like bath water and<br />
immediately we are dogged by a half<br />
dozen, yard-long black tip sharks and<br />
blue remoras. Ugo dials down his voice<br />
volume from fortissimo to subito. “Steve<br />
I don’t like the sharks, they are a pain<br />
always.”<br />
We wade a dozen yards from the boat<br />
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