People don’t care too much about your fishing trips. Your girlfriend might care, she wants you out of the apartment. Your fishing friends say they care, but are usually more interested in the aftermath of a disastrous trip, when they can enjoy the sordid details.

I’ve been obsessed with bonefish since I caught my first one about five years ago. Nothing prepared me for how much I would love the flats in the Bahamas. They’re so vast and wild, with just the horizon in every direction, interrupted by the occasional mangrove. It feels like you’re at the end of the world.