The rule of three rings true on Day 2 for Robb’s first bonefish on fly.
Robb fed his first on Day 1. The grandeur of it all gets the best of him and he strips the fly away before the fish connects. He feeds another, remembers the lessons from the first, and patiently waits to set the hook. The hook is set, the line is tight and the fish bolts. But no line follows. Another lesson learned.
Day 2 welcomes more wind. We push into the creeks. A touch before 11am, Robb gets his chance. His feet get caught in the sand and he tumbles to the water. But keeps his rod up and clears line from his new seated position. It's the finest display of adaptive angling I've seen in a long time.