Chris Dombrowski was using a numbers game: two passions-poetry and fly-fishing; two children, one of them in utero; and an income hovering perilously close to zero. Enter, as of this especially challenging moment, a miraculous email: can’t move, it’s all paid for, just publication a airline flight to Miami.

Hence began a journey that would lead to the Bahamas also to David Pinder, a legendary bonefishing information. Bonefish are valued for their elusiveness and their tenacity. No one was better at hunting them than Pinder, a Bahamian whose accuracy and patience had been virtuosic. He understands what the seafood think, said one fisherman, before they think it.

By enough time Dombrowski matches Pinder, however, he continues to be abandoned with the industry he helped build. With cataracts from a lifetime of staring at the water and a little severance package after forty years of services, he watches as the globe of his precious bonefish is degraded by tourists he himself do so much to draw in. But simply because Pinder’s stories unfold, Dombrowski discovers a serious integrity and intelligence in the guide’s lifestyle.