“It was hard,” Fry says, “to keep the rhythm under control and not get excited. When fish showed up, it was hard to stay calm enough to cast. After the first day with no fish, I was down on myself, really discouraged. I was ready to call it quits,” but stalking the schools afoot, it all came together, and the second morning, things turned around. With Smith’s coaching, she dropped the fly in front of a tailer, the line came tight, and her first bonefish on a fly beelined for the horizon. “Hooking that fish—only the fourth time I’d ever held a fly rod—brought my confidence back,” she says. On a roll now, she released two more fish before we headed to the dock.