“See him?” I was repeating the question just asked by my Bahamian guide, who stood next to me on the bow platform of his flats skiff. “How could I miss him?”
After a couple of hours spent squinting to spot elusive gray ghosts — the bonefish that every flats angler wants to target — I had no trouble seeing the dark shape of a 4-foot barracuda. It was laid up next to a mangrove shoot in the clear shallows, though it could have been mistaken for a log by someone who didn’t know better. Certainly, a log would have been as animated. Of course, that is a credit to the barracuda as an apex hunter, an ambush predator that remains motionless
