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  • Super Grand Slam at Playa Blanca

    Super Grand Slam at Playa Blanca

    Angler Adventures’ Liam Rosati scored a traditional fly-fishing inshore super grand slam earlier this spring on a short four-day tour of Playa Blanca Lodge. Permit. Tarpon. Bonefish. Snook.

    The lightly fished waters of Espiritu Santo Bay—coveted by permit anglers and adventurous mixed-bag anglers alike—need little introduction. Playa Blanca has been a premier fly-fishing destination with a long waiting list for decades. We had an opening at the lodge and sent Liam down to see how the operation runs and to experience the fishery firsthand.

    Aerial view of Espiritu Santo Bay mangrove islands and turquoise flats, Yucatan Mexico — Playa Blanca Lodge | Matt DeLorme
    Guide poling a skiff on skinny Espiritu Santo Bay flats from above — Playa Blanca Lodge Mexico | Matt DeLorme

    Heavy trade winds lashed the bay on Liam’s first morning and made sight fishing virtually impossible for much of the day. His guide still shouted “Permit!” more than once, but Liam could not see the fish or deliver an accurate cast. Despite the difficult conditions, the mood back at the lodge stayed infectiously optimistic—other anglers were connecting with permit, bonefish, and tarpon in different areas of the bay.

    Panga on Espiritu Santo Bay under tropical clouds — Playa Blanca Lodge Yucatan Mexico | Matt DeLorme

    When the wind eased the next day, Liam’s guide said, “Yesterday was tough. Today let’s start by stretching your line on some bonefish.” And they did. Most of the bones ran one to two pounds—what they lacked in size they made up for in numbers. The bay’s bonefish are especially light in color with mirror finishes and pink coral-colored fin tips, which makes them difficult to see even when nervous water gives them away. The hot fly was a sparsely tied spawning shrimp. After lunch they turned to permit hunting. Liam had several nice shots and a brief, heart-pounding follow, but did not convert an eater.

    Bonefish thrashing on the flats at Playa Blanca Lodge, Espiritu Santo Bay Mexico | Matt DeLorme
    Light Yucatan bonefish with spawning shrimp fly, Playa Blanca Lodge Espiritu Santo Bay | Matt DeLorme

    With sixteen hours of fishing time left on day three, Liam felt the pressure to connect with a permit. Southeast winds had picked up but were not quite as strong as on day one. The guide poled into a protected cove where the water lay shiny slick. They encountered a large shoal of happily tailing permit. After horsing in some aggressive jacks, Liam hooked a fish that shook the rod and changed directions several times before hunkering down under the skiff. Eventually he landed his permit—a small model by the bay’s standards, but a permit nonetheless.

    Permit with crab fly at Playa Blanca Lodge, Espiritu Santo Bay Yucatan Mexico | Matt DeLorme
    Permit held for release on Espiritu Santo Bay flats, Playa Blanca Lodge Mexico | Matt DeLorme

    Poling along the shore and scanning for larger tails, they came into a long spread of rolling tarpon. The hot fly was an olive-and-white streamer. After a few jumps and drops, Liam landed an acrobatic baby tarpon. After lunch they drifted down tide; the guide told him to put the spawning shrimp back on. A long cast into nervous water produced Liam’s grand-slam bonefish. They spent the rest of the afternoon looking for permit over deeper flats, buoyed by the slam, but did not see another.

    On the run back to the boat launch Liam asked about snook. The guide smiled and said, “Sí, Señor Liam,” and about fifteen minutes later they were along an island of old-growth mangroves—a rare sight in hurricane country. Liam cast and gently dropped his streamer between roots at the sight of a rusty gold shape moving against the tide. Without hesitation she turned and charged his Deceiver. After several stunning leaps and a match of tug-of-war, he boated his snook and added another feather to his guide’s cap (and his) for a super grand slam.

    Snook caught on fly in old-growth mangroves, Playa Blanca Lodge Espiritu Santo Bay Mexico | Matt DeLorme

    On his last fishing day Liam got to fish Tarpon Lagoon. They battened down the hatches and fixed the gear tight to the lagoon boat. Prone on the bow, he grabbed the mangroves and pulled the boat through an arboreal tunnel into the opening of the lagoon network. Crocodiles watched from a distance and roseate spoonbills stood fast on their favorite fishing spots. Standing on the bow, he had many ten- to twenty-pound tarpon chase down his streamer and go ballistic once the hook found purchase. He spent much of the day bowing to these silver princes. Many of the tarpon here have never felt the sting of a hook.

    Fly angler fighting tarpon with deeply bent rod at Playa Blanca Lodge Mexico | Matt DeLorme
    Jungle sand-road transfer to Playa Blanca Lodge, Espiritu Santo Bay Yucatan Mexico | Matt DeLorme
    Outdoor dining under a palapa at Playa Blanca Lodge, Espiritu Santo Bay Mexico | Matt DeLorme

    If you’d like to talk about Playa Blanca or are ready to make your next cast in the wilds of the Yucatan, please give Angler Adventures a call or shoot us an email.

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  • 60 Pound Permit Landed on Fly in the Bahamas

    60 Pound Permit Landed on Fly in the Bahamas

    We haven’t stopped talking about Bob Cosgriff’s HUGE PERMIT since he sent us the first photo February 25, 2015 on his way home from the Bahamas.  You can read Bob’s write up and see a photo below.  More photos from Bob’s trip can be found on our Facebook Page.

    60 lb Permit
    Photo Credit to Capt. Barry Kanavy

    “PERMIT – IT’S HUGE!”

    by Bob Cosgriff

    These are the words we all long to hear. But let’s start at the beginning.

    After several months of miserable winter weather my friend Capt. Barry Kanavy and I were looking forward to six days of fishing on Acklins Island at Grey’s Point Bonefishing Lodge.  Acklins is known for its bonefishing so we loaded up on equipment for the grey ghost.  Evan Peterson at Angler Adventures had suggested we hook up with the head guide at Greys,  Garon Williamson to show us around.

    My motto is be ready for “anything”.  So that means 5 rods: Three eight weights for Bones, a nine weight for Permit and a ten weight for Barracuda .  Every thing was packed, lines cleaned, leaders checked and five boxes of flies; just the basics!

    The week started with three days of fly tying as a cold front shut everything down. On day four & five the clouds parted and we got to experience what Grey’s Point is noted for, stalking bones on expansive wading flats. On our last day, I made a casual comment to Garon that we’d like fish from the boat and try our luck with the Cudas we had seen prowling the deeper flats.  That request would change our fishing lives forever.

    5 Foot Barracuda on the Fly
    Photo Credit: Barry Kanavy

    Two hours later Barry and I surveyed our frayed leaders, mangled wire, shredded Barracuda flies and some great photos to remember our time stalking these torpedoes.  Garon mentioned he had one more place to show us for barracuda and the occasional permit.

    We motored over on the ocean side and cruised around for five minutes when I heard Garon call from the back of the boat “PERMIT – IT’S HUGE” …tailing behind a ray.

    I jumped off the poling platform where I had been sitting and walked forward as Barry pulled out my permit rig of choice: Helios2 9wt, Nautilus NV reel , Rio 9 weight permit line connected to a  Rio 20lb leader, ending with a tan Kung fu crab size 4.  I was ready. I was confident.  After all I had recently tamed some bad ass cudas! I stripped out my line, saw the ray, and on my third attempt cast 65 feet landing the leader 2 feet over the ray.  I let the fly sink in the 5 foot water and then felt a small tug. I set the hook and the permit was on.  Things stayed pretty calm, the line cleared the deck and everything was under control.  I had caught small permit before, so how bad could this be? I would soon find out.

    The fish then began a slow turn on my right side. Not a full run but a slow drive by so he could give me a once over. It was then that I realized Garon had been trying to keep me calm when he said, “huge Permit”.  It wasn’t huge, it was a monster! I felt my confidence drain as if I’d sprung a leak. I clicked down the drag three times . . . I was going to need all of it.  I looked at the nine weight in my hands and realized that I had brought a knife to a gun fight. Seconds later my reel started to scream and I said goodbye to my fly line for the next 35 minutes as the permit began his run to open water and large swells. Barry grabbed the back of my belt to stabilize me in the rolling water and to relay commands to Garon. Twice the fish surged out to deeper water and I was still hanging on. Then I looked down at my reel to see the backing getting very thin.  I estimated I had 50 feet left and yelled to Barry and Garon to fire up the engine and we slowly regained some backing only to have the fish take off again.  We kept this game up for 20 minutes until he made a run to some rocks on a point.  Now I had my moment of truth. I had to stop him from reaching the rocks, even if I broke him off. I swung the rod to the left, put as much pressure as I could and hoped he would turn before the rod exploded.  Ten feet from the rocks the fish turned and for the first time in the battle I felt I really had a chance to land this beast.

    Slowly I gained backing and started to control his head.  Finally I saw my fly line coming back through the guides. 35 minutes had gone by and my arms and legs were on fire. Slowly he came to the boat moving back and forth using his body as a brake against me. He was three feet off the bow when I had a new panic attack that I had lost my leverage and the big fish was taking advantage of that.  Finally he came around the side, Garon touched the leader and grabbed the tail like his life depended on it.

    Barry and I waited for Garon to stand up with our trophy, but nothing happened.  Then we heard him yell that the fish was too heavy. Barry grabbed Garon’s belt and back pack and pulled our guide back into the boat – holding the biggest permit we had ever seen.  The fish sat on the floor – We were stunned! No one did anything or spoke for 15 seconds, we just looked at a truly colossal permit.  We regained our composure and with both Garon and I holding the fish Barry took some quick pictures.

    Check out that mouth!
    Photo Credit: Capt. Barry Kanavy

    Now our efforts reversed as we scrambled to get the fish back into the water to live another day.  He was tired but slowly he got stronger and Garon let go of the tail as he headed off to deeper water.

    How big was the permit? We estimated sixty pounds. Other veteran guides, after seeing the pictures say, 60-70 pounds – others less.  Is it a record? We will leave that to others to decide.  We quickly measured the length against the rod – 45 inches! The girth not measured but look at the photos – you guess.

    All we know is that on February 24, 2015 something special took place out there.  Garon summed it up best when he said “We will fish the rest of our lives and never catch a fish like that again”.  Barry and I quietly nodded our heads as we slowly motored back to the lodge.  We were done for the day.

    Ultimately, it wasn’t about breaking or claiming records.  The best part was watching the fish swim away.

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