The Turks & Caicos Islands, a tiny country consisting of 30 small islands, lies snuggled into the
southeast corner of the Bahamas. They are practically unknown as a travel destination, yet thousands of "mud manging" bonefish roam the numerous flats. In
fact, the unspoiled islands may just have the world's best bonefishing.
Of the two countries that share the Atlantic off Florida's coast, the Turks & Caicos Islands obviously
receive less publicity than do the Bahamas. Yet, the former is very accessible to visitors in the southeast. They lie 22 degrees north latitude, equi-distant
between the Bahamian Islands of Mayaguana and Great Inagua.
The most accessible and beautiful of the Turks & Caicos islands is Providenciales. The commercial
jet traveler from Miami can reach the great "Provo," as it's commonly called, in about 1 1/2 hours. For boaters, Provo is an interesting trip. The boater's longest crossing without sight of land would be the
Gulf Stream to reach the Bahamas Bank from either West Palm Beach or Miami. From there, it's just a matter of island hopping to Provo.
We flew into the Turk & Caicos one afternoon, transferred to the beautiful Club Med Turkoise and
were ready the following morning for our bonefish adventure. Our guide, Barr Gardiner, met us at the pool/lobby area and gave us a little insight on what to expect on our way to the marina.
"Bonefish are fairly easy to locate year around. They are bottom feeders, and as they forage for
crabs on the bottom, they kick the mud up," he explained. "If the sun shines on the water and the wind
creates just a little wave movement, you can easily spot them a couple of miles away. Bonefish are always feeding."
We boarded Captain Gardiner's skiff and, within minutes, we were headed out of the "Leeward
Going Through" Pass. We passed the geodesic dome of the Conch Farm, the world's first mariculture project of its kind, and headed across the Caicos banks to an area about 8 miles from the marina.
Conditions were tough. High winds churned up the flats, which varied in depth from three to six feet.
In the distance, thunderstorms seemed to be coming our way. We immediately noticed that the wind was attempting to push waves in one direction while the tide was running out in another. The first
bonefish school we encountered was headed yet in a different direction.
Looking for Mud Wrestlers
Our experienced guide effortlessly spotted the "muds" where bonefish were actively feeding and stirring up further the roily waters. We had difficulty them seeing
initially. Even under those conditions, a 3 1/2 pounder sucked in the first cast of the morning. The drag sung a tune often heard on the flats as the bone seemed headed southwest toward a Bahamian island.
Five minutes and 80 feet of stripped line later, the fish was well under control. At boatside, Captain Gardiner netted the
silvery streaker, and we motored back above the mud for another drift. Our small jigs were tossed into the disturbed water, but we each missed a strike as the boat again drifted quickly by the fish on the
leading edge of the mud.
After the quick success of our first cast, we thought that catching the "average 30 bones a day "
would be easy. We gave up on the first mud and searched the flats for the next sign of a school of feeding bonefish. With the weather conditions less than hospitable, it took 25 minutes to find another
mud.
Shortly afterwards, Gardiner found a second mud that he estimated to contain about 1,600
bonefish. A circling gull helped to pinpoint the leading edge of the huge, 1/4-mile-long mud. Slowly we
motored to the moving front and cast our bucktail jigs. We picked up another bonefish before drifting by the apparent feeding frenzy. The high winds continued to make it difficult to stay on the fish.
High Seven in the Winds
The most productive bonefish areas in the flats appeared to be those that were the most stirred up.
We finished our 3-hour trip with seven bonefish, not bad under those conditions according to Gardiner.