The day started early, caught a taxi at 630 am. It was still dark out and we headed north. After about 20 minutes of driving we turned off the highway and stopped at a gate. The taxi driver got out, opened the gate and we continued down a dirt road that made the trunk road seem like QE2. After slowly navigating the pot holes, we arrived at a sleepy little camp site called Glamping. We paid and got out of the taxi and walked to the beach. No sign of our guide, Mikel. I walked back to where we got dropped off and some guy stopped me. " Hey gringo, who you looking for?" I told him a guy who is going to take us fishing, his name is Mikel. The guy said, don't worry, he will be right here. Sure enough he came out of the glamping site. After a quick introduction, we headed off to the beach.
Mikel fished his while life, starting with a pop can and some line. Some way down the line, he picked up fly fishing, living a simple life of fishing and taking tourists fishing.
Mikel, explained that the sun was not high enough to sight fish yet, but cast towards the buoys over there, that's where the bones hang out. I tied on a crazy charlie and cast towards the buoy and stripped it in. Nothing. Second cast, started stripping in and BAM, the line went screaming, fish on! Wow, those little bones can run. After fighting the fish for a while, I got it to shore. A quick picture and some high fives and I sent the line back out. I felt a bite and made the strip set, the BVK reel screamed and I was into backing in no time. This fished seemed like a tank compared to the first one. After about 4 or 5 runs into the backing, I brought it to shore. It was a yellow jack, not big, but tons of fight. I proceed to catch 3 more bones and then something hit me in the leg and almost knocked me over. I looked back and there was 3 Jack Crevalles chasing the small bait fish in 6 inches of water. I sent my fly 2 feet in front of one of the Jack's with hope, but he wanted nothing to do with it.
Mikel said let's move south, there is permit down there. After a 5 minute walk, we were at a rocky part of the beach. I sent my fly out and instantly had a bit, not sure what it was, but it was small. A fish and new to me catch, none the less.
Something caught my eye and spoked me a little, a ray came out of the sand and swam right towards my feet, or should I say the bait fish at my feet. It had no worries about me being there and proceeded to fish along side me.
Mikel waved frantically at me, Permit!! Cast to the right, 40 feet out, I missed the spot. Re cast more to the right, perfect, now strip, faster, strip, strip, strip, stop. Got him, but I forgot to "strip set" and I just "trout set" the fish. The fight lasted all of 7 seconds and no permit for me. I had a few more chances at permit but none would take the fly.
Back to the bone area we went. It was approaching noon and the beach was filling up with swimmers. Where we were, you needed to keep a distance of 250 meters from anyone in the water, if you wanted to fish. That didn't stop us. Mikel explained, you need to look for the "clouds in the water". Once you find the clouds, then the silver lines appeared. There was about 40 of them sitting 20 feet from shore. Cast over them Mikel said, good cast now strip, strip, strip, stop! Gish on! I landed 3 more bones sight fishing.
By then I was done, the sun was high and hot, time for a cerveza. We chatted with Mikel about fishing for an hour before he called us a cab to head back. It was a great time, I got some bones under my belt now and I am now planning my trip for red fish, haha.
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Bones in Tulum part 2:Fishing the salt.
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