So it has been about 2 weeks since returning back from Mexico. I feel I have some of my life in order and found some time to crop some pics and put up a new post. Let me start by saying I have never been to a more remote place in the south. If I had to compare it to anywhere it would be Alaska. Nothing but Flats and fishing in every direction. To get to the lodge you have to fly into a small area I guess you would call a runway.


You then take a boat across the bay, not far maybe 5 minutes, where you are greeted with one of the stiffest margaritas on the planet. Once your buzz set in you are put in the back of a truck where you ride for about 30 min down sand roads through what feels like the jungle.


The image above is of Casa Blanca this is where the road begins or ends for that matter.

After ducking Palm branches and getting hit with some of them you pass the Mayan Ruins and then you are there.

The Mayan Ruins are 100 yards away from the Playa Blanca Lodge. We spent quite a bit of time over there and the history of the island is quite amazing. In fact most of the guides at Playa Blanca have Mayan Ancestry.

Once you arrive at your final destination you dis-mount the Truck and are again greeted with another one of the stiffest margaritas in the world and try to un-pack.

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Now the purpose of this trip was for RA Beattie and I to document the area and film Fly Fishermen from different parts of the U.S. And filming we did.

The first three days we got a really big system that brought wind and clouds making the fishing less than ideal but there were still Bonefish, Tarpon, Snook and Permit caught. The final three days were perfect; light winds, flat calm, hot as hell, good light and good fishing.

It truly was an exercise in patients. watching these fish cruise just out of casting range and when the opportunity presented watching anglers try to keep their cool when casting the fly. I am pretty green when it comes to the saltwater flats and I now know why people love it. Although I only got to cast once (since we were there to work and not paly) I had a school of Permit follow my fly to the boat with no Love. I handed the rod over to the angler and my hands were trembling. What a rush. Awesome.
Each morning after breakfast each group was assigned a guide, boat and area. There were tarpon and snook lagoons to choose from as well as some of the most beautiful flats I have ever seen. From here we would all load into the truck and head out on the road.

I was in Espiritu Santo Bay everyday and this is what I we were welcomed by upon arrival.

After filming each day in the blazing sun and heat I dont think I drank a beer faster than I did down there. It was remarkable. Everyday after returning we all shared happy hour and dinner speaking of the days fishing. RA and I were naturally the last one to bed and the last ones to rise each night and day. On our final night there we hung out with the guides at their house and had a blast. We spoke broken spanish and they spoke broken english and collectively we mad it work. We shared beers and handed out shirts and hats to our new friends.

I look forward to going back there someday but for pleasure. It is tough to be in a place that has so many fish and no fly rod. I have many more picture too many to crop and post but if you ever get a chance to got to Casa Blanca or Playa Blanca don’t miss it. The film should be done soon, I dont know how soon but soon enough. There is over 20 hours of content to edit so it might be a while, but soon. I leave you with this parting shot. These guys pinch hard.