bone fish painting
I wanted to capture that moment just as he hits the fly and started that 45 minute run and fight. The exhilaration of the rise, in a microsecond you set the hook, then the the rod tip surged violently downward, and in the same breath, the heavy fish streaks for the branches of the mangroves. There is no doubt that if it managed to wrap the leader around the limbs, the battle is lost. Pulling line perilously tight the battle is on, with the fish first stripping, followed by you regaining line, and the rod tip raised, then you feel it turn heading your way. The tide of battle has changed.
