Frustrating, absolutely frustrating. Stu Apte and I, standing on the bow of Richard Stanczyk's flats skiff, waved bye-bye to three large schools of bonefish pushing upwind and up-current behind us on the flat. Since the prospect of catching no bones at all loomed large this early June day at the western edge of Florida Bay near the Keys, Stanczyk - unable to make any headway poling back into the west wind with a dead-low tide - hopped out of the skiff and pushed it.
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