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Article: The Boneyard.(sportfishing off Christmas Island)
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- Sports Afield
- Article date:
- December 1, 2000
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Christmas Island's Gifts to Remember
IT WAS a present I was having trouble opening in my excitement.
"Thirty feet. Cast. Cast. Now, right. Forty feet." Moana pointed with a spare rod while I whipped an 8-weight line overhead in embarrassing loops. You can't punch a forward cast if you don't wait for your back cast to straighten, and waiting isn't easy when a five-pound bonefish is cruising past.
"Here comes another. Left. See?" Again he points with the rod. "Cast thirty feet. Good. Let it sit." I wait in a semi-crouch, bent forward, fidgeting with the line between my left thumb and index finger, staring at a ghostly gray shadow gliding toward ...