Prior to this trip, I had come to believe I would never catch a bonefish. I had been shut out twice in the Keys and once in the Cayman Islands. I had an opportunity last week to go to Bimini and stay at the Bimini Big Game Club. Through the club I booked a guide named Bonefish Tommy.Tommy took me out to Blackwoods flat, told me to tie on a pink Gotcha, and immediately poled us within casting range of a school of 50 bones. My first cast, I didn’t see the follow. Strip strip–STRIKE–and I flubbed the hookset. No worries. Second cast, a lemon shark decided to check out the action–no takers. Third cast, strip strip–STRIKE! This time I set the hook and hung on. Two blistering runs later I finally had my first bone. A three-pounder but it might as well have been a 15.I caught two more, a six-pounder and a five-pounder. I had on what Tommy called an eight-pounder, but with about 150 yards of my backing out, a five-foot lemon shark decided he wanted to play, too. He barreled onto the flats and the ensuing chase in ten inches of water was nothing short of spectacular. I loosened my drag, and the bone wrapped around some coral, snapped me off, and escaped to deep water. We hope.