There were lots of Stripers and Bluefish that we could have chased. In fact we got a few Stripers. But, I was not there for those fish. I wanted the Bonito. Bad! I had my shot on the first day. Dan and I were walking down to one of Dan’s go to spots. As soon as we got there a fish rose in front of us. Immediately, we stripped line of our reels and we were casting to the Bonito. The bait was so thick you could walk on it. Waves and waves of Peanut Bunker and Silver Sides fleed from the various predatory fish. The Bonito ripped up and down and I chased them. They tore through the bait and pushed it on the wall. I finally got one pod of fish that stayed put for about 9 seconds, and that is an eternity in Bonito/Albie time. I got a cast into them and a Bonito took the fly, but he took it short. He was gone and he took his friends with him. So, we decided to try our luck in Dan’s Boat. We left the fish to find fish. Looking back, that was our pushed through the chop. We had no luck in the boat. It was strange. All of the spots that should have been a sure thing were dead. Very strange. Pete showed up the next day and we fly fished for the Bonito hard. Zero, the bait was there and everything was perfect except for the fact that there were no Bonito. All we were able to spot and catch were Stripers. Pete called it quits and headed out and I sat there. I waited. I waited some more and then waited some more. They never showed. My last day found me up early and looking for the Bonito. Again, only Stripers. I ran into 3 Bonito/Albie addicts and we sat around talking for a bit. They said, “You should have been here the other day around 3:00pm. Things lit right up and the Bonito were everywhere. We each got 2 fish.” Of course, that was the day that Dan and I decided to go out in the boat in the afternoon. Had we stayed where we were, things might have been different. Oh well, that’s the name of the game. I was talking to these Bonito/Albie addicts for awhile and they said that the key to their success is patience. One guy said to me, “The difference between us and other guys is that we have undying patience. We will sit mistake. We got in the boat and the wind picked up. I got bounced around and my kidneys felt like they were going to erupt as Dan and wait for 9 hours straight. We watch all the other guys show up with their fly rods and make a few casts. Sometimes they get lucky and show up when the fish are there. But, most of the time they come and go and we just wait it out.” So, I am already biting my nails waiting for my next Albie trip down to Rhode Island. I already have a few days planned and Jason is coming with me. We will find the fish and we will wait.