News & Reviews
"It wasn't until 1996 that Garry King, a footloose fly fisherman from Bozeman, Montana, got wind of hundreds of square miles of sheltered, virgin bonefish flats halfway down the west coast of Long Island at Deadman's Cay. He went, he fished and he ended up staying a month."
"My fishing buddies spent a week at Deadman's Cay without me... When they got back, they tortured me with photos and stories -eagle-eyed guides, double-digit bonefish days, endless miles of unspoiled flats where they never saw another boat, thousands of happy tailing bones ranging up to six pounds eating anything that dropped onto the sand in front of them. They wanted to go back. No way they'd leave me behind this time."
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Return guests include gentlemen, ladies, families & groups from around the globe.
Spin-fishermen welcome.
