Let it fly
OUTSIDE, it’s 47˚C below and I’m dreaming of the burning-hot bone-fish flats of the Turks & Caicos Islands (TCI), where we’re due to land close to tea time. There are certain species that an angler lusts after. For me, wild hill-loch brownies and their spiffy cousins, the sea trout, belong to that category; but is the subtropical boney—exquisite and endearing, spooky and athletic even in the smaller sizes and, whether tailing, mudding, flashing or pushing nervous water, my favourite of all angling quarries. I have chased him in more than 10 countries and now, after an enforced abstinence of three years,
