On Friday January 19th I got on the flats from 16 H to 18 H 30 and the tide was just starting to “downstream.” The sun was already low making it fairly difficult to spot the Bonefish. I started walking to a part of the flats that often holds Permit. The wind was very calm. As I arrived at the spot, I spotted a permit cruising opposite of me with very low profile, no tail or V on the surface. I tried my luck with a first cast but was unsuccessful. As I was preparing to make a second cast the Permit disappeared into a depression on the flat and I never saw the fish again. I decided to stay on the flat for a bit, waiting for another fish to show. A Half an hour pass and nothing. No tailing, no nervous water and no tell tale V wakes on the surface. I headed to shallower water. This would enable me to reveal some tailing bones or any suspect activity in the water. Now, it was 17h30, the tide had only dropped a little and the visibility declined again. My last hope was that one of those Gray Ghosts would do me a favor and show a tail. There, Nervous water! I cast, strip, strip he missed. I only saw the tail of the bone as reached deeper water and he was gone!. Now it is 18 H and my luck had really gone away and time had passed without me even knowing. In half an hour it would really be night time. I took off my polarized lenses as it was too dark for being useful. I walked down the flat following the tide for a last time before getting in the car for the drive back home. I was disappointed and thought that it was just not meant to be and luck was not on my side today. It was 18H15 and I was 5 minutes from where my car was parked when I saw a beautiful tail appear 15 yards ahead of me. The tail had a nice contrast with the water. It would cut through the water, stop, and wiggle. It seemed like a happy eating bone. I thought to myself, “great, he is eating and happy maybe it will be easier?” I was alone and this was certainly my last shot at some luck for this day. I load the rod, throw 1 false cast and drop the fly. Gosh! Too much on the right, he won’t see it. I cast again, the fly made a soft landing right on his nose. Strip, strip…bonefish on! The fish is strong and rips through the water. My fly rod has a good bend in it and line is peeling off my reel and my reel is screaming. I was into my backing in a fraction of a second. One coral reef in this part of the flat and he passed behind it. My backing gets hung up on the coral and the bone still running. I quickly reach the coral reef to untangled the backing and the bonefish is still on. I see scattering water on my right almost hundred yards away. I put as much pressure as I can on the fish and managed to get him back closer to me. He feels it and runs a second time not as long as the first blistering run but still strong and long. I was mid-thigh deep in the water which let him use all his power against me. Again some minutes of head banging, he tried every bonefish trick in the book to escape the hook. I grab him with the boga, he is massive, and the numbers on the scale don’t lie. A 6.750 pound bonefish! Two pictures and the “beast” was once gain in her element. Night was upon me and this fly fishing session was closed until tomorrow. I had two and half terrific hours of bonefishing.Sun set fly fishing sessions are my favorite hours to fish for the bonefish. Their tails appear in contrast to the water and their tales are a beautiful addition to the colorful evening skies. The wind is almost zero and the timing factor is playing against me. I am sure you can understand why I love the moments of bonefishing time so much.