The night before we flew to Palmyra, I took my wife and the twins to see Barack Obama and Hillary Clinton in Butte, Montana. They both gave exceptional speeches and got me all fired up to spend the week in the South Pacific with some very good Democrats. Flying to Palmyra requires a four hour flight in a turbo prop over the ocean. When we arrived, we were all pretty excited to start exploring before our guests arrived the next day. We hit the flats running and managed to catch a weeks worth of bonefish in 3 hours.

Our guests arrived the next day, and over the course of the next few days, we caught some remarkable fish. The highlights included an 80 pound Trevally on a popper, 4 bonefish over 10 pounds, and several Tuna to keep us ankle deep in what has become an increasingly guilty pleasure, Sashimi.

I don’t know if I will ever get back to Palmyra, as the expense of getting there is truly astronomical. I will be forever thankful that, at least, I managed to get there one time. It was, after fishing the Ponoi the first time in 1992, one of the highlights of my guiding career.