April Vokey in the Bahamas

April is about to start day two of her Bahamain adventure.
“I was ready. Only today, I was going to break one of my steadfast rules….I was trading in my long sleeves and khakis for….gasp….a bikini.”

I always sneered at the girls in the photos who rocked the swim suit, making the fish appear invisible, all the while keeping the boat afloat with an abundance of silicone.
“Not this chick.  Long live those who don’t need to get naked to produce a good shot…”
“… it was hot, and these Canadian thighs were blinding and as white as the sand on the beach.
Guess some rules are made to be broken; don’t get used to it.”

 

I have to say that bikini or cold weather wear, April will always make the fish look a little paler.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“Wading the flats was awesome.  A true test for the caster, we chucked and ducked into the wind and nervously watched black tipped dorsal fins swim close by.”

“I grabbed the Spey and cast at a six or seven foot blacktip shark, failing to have the common sense to realize that I was wearing long, flowing, black sarong style pants over my bikini bottoms.  That’s right, the equivalence of a playful baby seal swayed in the water around my hips, and I was up to my waist casting at a shark.
When did I get so smart….?
I cast a long cast with the Spey, slamming the obnoxious fly in front of his snout and stripped vigorously.  He turned and charged my fly, excited by my fast, jerky strips.
“Keep stripping!”  My guide shouted.

Ok, pause the story.

“You know in the movies when you see the dorsal fin coming at the stupid blonde chick who’s half naked and everyone knows the water’s about to explode in a nauseating scarlet color?  Yeah, I was thinking I was that girl.

Thank God, at the last minute he turned (probably had something to do with my increasingly weak and unsure strips), leaving my heart pounding…”  “That was enough shark fishing the flats for one day.  I crawled back into the boat.”

I don’t know about you but Ape is one cool fishin’ lady, how many girls do you know that would ever be in a position to cast a fly at a six to seven foot blacktip, let alone ever make the cast?

April you rock!

 

“Not all was lost; I did end up getting this little guy the next day…. ”