There are advocates of the singular pursuit of a species...wherever, whenever. There's a place in South America called La Zona where the Dorado grow quite large, but the habitat fished sounds like a bad techno-hell of a dam dreamed up and built in tribute to Chaplin's film, "Modern Times." Yet the fish are huge and that's what moves some people-not hard to understand.
Folks that have grown up fly fishing the streams and rivers of the American West by definition associate the catching of, say, trout, with an exquisite environmental experience- as they come to the saltwater flats to take up bonefishing, it's not surprising that they'd look to more pristine habitats like the Yucatan versus Miami's Biscayne Bay. The more research writers do into the choices of traveling anglers, the more it is clear that said choices are complex, understandable, never right or wrong, and thoroughly subjective.
On my behalf, I caught 6 bonefish this morning, and the sight of passing boats or a distant high-rise was not allowed by me to "hijack" the joy of this experence. And yet, as always, to each, his own!
Jan
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