A casualty of war:

My 10-weight Helios took a knock at some point during a day chasing tarpon last week, which split the fighting butt cork (right).  Electrician’s insulation tape came to the rescue as temporary field dressing (always handy to have in your bag).  However, back at home I was able to carry out a permanent repair using epoxy resin.

Those who made it happen:

~The best in the business-Casa Viejo Chac guides are friendly souls~

Organising a spell of saltwater fishing requires input from many people if only to ensure everything runs smoothly.  We enjoyed excellent accommodation with first class food at Casa Viejo Chac made possible by Manuel Chac. Our guides too were not only friendly and professional who had profound knowledge of this tropical environment, often pointing out all sorts of sightings and strange creatures.  The whole package was brought together by Mat McHugh of Fly Odyssey who has already secured dates for 2013 for enquires and details email: enquiries@flyodyssey.co.uk Tel: 01621 743711

 

 

 

There are few better places to enjoy lunch than on the bows of skiff in Ascension Bay, Chucho and Oscar getting stuck in during a well deserved break…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

(Left to right) chef Pepe and Marbella with barman Charly who provided us with a banquet of delicious food and drink during our stay

All good things come to an end:

Our second group of 12 anglers were armed with 46 rods in total, enough to sink a small battle.  Sadly they left some days ago and packing myself, I now know how gut wrenching it must have been for them.  Three weeks odd of solid fishing can spoil a man when you definitely get into some sort of a routine.  Strong coffee and fresh fruit for breakfast will be missed.  So too the morning strolls along Ascension Bay.  Naturally the fishing itself is going to leave a massive void, especially when practiced in shirt sleeves and shorts.  Then there was the evening craic when we were blessed with Nigel Chambers, arguably one the greatest story tellers known to man…  Unfortunately, his good friend and boat partner Selby Knox took the brunt of his poetic tales…the boys will be sorely missed.

 

 

 

 

~46 rods and reels take up a fair amount of space the minibus groaned when our second group departed~ 

Persistence Pays:

~One happy chappy-JWS displays a fine permit~

Permit junkie James Warbrick-Smith invested a fair amount of time in search of this elusive, yet highly prized species.  Following a series of tough days eventually his luck changed.  Though skill was still needed to convert fleeting shapes into hooked fish when James managed to bag himself a brace of permit on consecutive days.  Proof that if you stick to a game plan, persistence really does pay.

 

 

 

The pose might be the same,but permit No2 for JWS…!

Shark Attack:

~Despite being tired, 4ft of snapping teeth demands respect at all times~

Ambling along bonefish flats brings you into contact with all kinds of creatures.  Whilst hunting a sandy shore one morning, a shark decided to get a slice of the action by trying to nab one of my bonefish, making everything else on the flat nervous.  Handing my cuda rod to Chucho, he promptly dealt with this persistent offender, allowing me to get on with the serious job of sighting ghostly shapes and tailing fish.

 

 

 

 

 

Guide Chucho clutching a black tip shark which had previously given us the run around

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Another bonefish is safely released without the fear of nearby sharks~

The Weird and the wonderful…

~A perfect miniature of the giant Black Grouper with stunning markings~

Our trip to Ascension Bay has thrown up a rich variety of weird and wonderful sightings.  Everything from the tiny groupers to tracks of racoons and gangly legged spider crabs.  Though for me the chance to peer into an osprey’s nest and view their eggs ranked high on my list.

 

 

 

~Prehistoric in their appearance Horseshoe Crabs are abundant in Ascension Bay~

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

~Racoons left their prints along most shorelines and although a secretive creature, we did manage a glance of one~

 

 

 

 

~Spider crabs might be all legs, but they do pack a nasty nip with their claws~

 

 

A sunken branch provided the all important platform for this ospreys' nest which was a mere head height above sea level

 

 

 

~a brace of osprey eggs nestle in a shallow depression lined with seaweed~

Off the beaten track:

Many believe a true saltwater experience is all about wading flats or poling skiffs.  Yet, Ascension Bay guides are more than happy to go well off the beaten track in search of backwater tarpon and snook.  In some instance though this involved bog trotting through deep mud in a tangle of mangroves.  The trek through black sludge (right) was well worth it as it put you on fish more than willing to take a fly.  Our first excursion into this gooey stuff which beauty salons would pay a fortune for yielded nol ess than four tarpon and a decent sized snook.

 

 

 

 

 

 

The prize for trudging through mangrove mud was snook laid up and waiting to pounce on anything that came within striking distance

Tarpon Time:

~James Warbrick-Smith hangs on as a tarpon bolts towards the mangroves~

The last few days have seen tarpon switch into aggressive feeding mode.  In fact, it seemed wherever we went in Ascension Bay, we found tarpon crashing into shoals of baitfish.  Such opportunities should never be squandered when most of the group neglected their bonefish rods in favour of 10-weight outfits to tangle with the silver king.  Hilary and Steve Langan were first to score then it was the turn of James Warbrick-Smith and myself.  Naturally, mangrove tarpon rarely reach the status of their huge ocean going cousins, but fish between 10 and 30lb aren’t to be sniffed at as they certainly pull your string…  

 

 

 

A nice tarpon takes to the air as it nears our skiff

 

 

 

 

 

~Steve Langan (The Doc) with his first tarpon of the trip~

Watch out, cuda about…

Poling the flats isn’t necessarily all about chasing bonefish as never far away will be their nemesis the barracuda.  Granted, one of the principle food sources for cuda might be needlefish but they rarely turn down the chance of bonefish, especially if these happen to be tethered to a fishermen’s fly line.  Whilst picking my way across a flat with guide Pabalo (right), we ran into a rogue cuda that snaffled two bonefish during the fight.  Somewhat bemused and muttering Spanish expletives under his breath, Pabalo suggested a throw with a cuda fly.  Having let things settle down, we managed to locate the problem creature which promptly nailed my green/white baitfish pattern.  And with cuda in a taking mode, we tempted two more later that day.

 

 

 

~Armed with rows of teeth, cuda fishing calls for a wire trace~

 

 

 

 

…This cuda couldn’t resist a flash 2/0 fly ripped past its nose…

Storms Brewing:

So far, we’ve been blessed with a fair amount of sunny days which is what saltwater anglers pray for.  However, news reached us that storm fronts were heading our way bringing with them annoying cloud and heavy downpours.  Yet, even during this nasty weather our guides put us on fish.  Admittedly, sometimes this involved waiting in ambush at the many channels and gullies which fish used as highways to move from lagoon to lagoon or flat to flat.  And whilst blind casting might not be considered your typical flats fishing it turns up a variety of species including; bonefish, tarpon, ladyfish, cuda, snappers and members of the jack family.

 

 

 

 

~Rain loaded clouds like this made spotting on the flats almost impossible~

 

 

 

 

 

 

Adding to his tally of bonefish, snook and tarpon, Chris Hartley nailed this fine jack from shoal that passed through a narrow channel on a day of sunshine and showers