The first thing I noticed about Garron was that he was completely different from what I’d gathered about him upon our arrival. On land, Garron was jovial and all smiles. On the water, however, he didn’t look at us when we spoke to him and he answered. When Doug and I joked with each other, he paid us no mind. On the water, Garron was in the zone, and nothing was going to remove him from it. This is what I admired and respected most about him. Flat after flat, Garron amazed me with both his determination and his fish-spotting abilities. He truly was in touch with the waters of his home island. Garron had us on singles, doubles and schools of fish in water that almost didn’t cover our feet. It was challenging, and Doug and I realized that, if an angler did not adopt Garron’s focus, he would not be successful. That being said, there was not much chit-chat, which I welcomed. We fished out the rest of the afternoon and did well catching and releasing healthy-size bonefish until, finally, the day was done. I found amusement in how fast Garron’s character hyperswitched from extremely focussed back to carefree. While walking back to the skiff, Garron joked and recounted almost every fish that was caught, lost or didn’t want to play ball. As soon as we reached his skiff he laughed and said, “If we don’t head back now, Lavonda might make me sleep outside. If it wasn’t for her, I’d be out here until dark. She doesn’t like when I’m late for dinner.” I believed half of that statement. I have no doubt that Garron would have stayed out and been perfectly content walking back to the skiff in pitch-black darkness. Lavonda, on the other hand, was just too sweet and genuine to make anybody sleep outside. Her attention to detail, warmth and awesome cooking will make you want to return every bit as much as the prospect of catching a double-digit bonefish on foot.