1st Fishing Day
We set off by boat to the island of St. Joseph, which is approximately 27 miles away. The journey takes only 50 minutes with the fast boats (2 × 300 HP outboard motors). David, a South African, is on the boat with us, and we split the costs.
Around St. Joseph and the neighboring islands, there are picture-perfect flats that usually have many bonefish and a healthy population of Indo-Pacific permits. Head guide Cameron tells me that many fishermen come here mainly for the permits, which are hard to catch because they usually move quickly through the flats, making it rare to get a good casting opportunity. They are extremely shy and have excellent vision.
We are here during the warmest season, and unfortunately, we soon notice that there are no bonefish on the flats. Instead, there are blacktip reef sharks, lemon sharks, many rays, and turtles. Our original plan was to catch plenty of bonefish. We keep seeing permits, but they never come close enough for us to cast. It's quite thrilling.
I film tailing permits feeding in the turtle grass. However, it seems they sense our presence because they always keep a safe distance from us. If I manage to get within casting range, they quickly swim away. It's quite a tricky situation. The guide attributes the absence of bonefish to the high temperature. We fish both outgoing and incoming tides, but the bonefish remain elusive.
We decide to give up and return to our boat. Just before reaching the boat, I spot a permit about 30 meters away, but it disappears shortly after.
Soon after that, Cameron spots two permits at about 20 meters distance. The wind is favorable, so on my first cast, I make an optimal cast to the larger of the two. I let the crab fly sink first and then begin to strip slowly. The permit approaches and follows my fly. My heart nearly stops when I realize how big the fish is. However, it doesn't take the bait and slowly swims away. It hasn't detected us, and both fish continue to feed undisturbed. We can still see them well, and they come back into casting range. The wind isn't strong, but it's now coming from the side. I cast, but my fly lands less than perfectly stretched out and too far to the right of the permits. As soon as the fly sinks, I realize my stroke of luck. The current from the incoming tide is heading directly towards the permits, and I let the crab fly swing under tension towards the fish. Then I suspect I'm quite close to the larger fish's nose and start stripping. It immediately swims toward and takes the bait. Now the action begins.
It feels like my reel is about to flip over. What powerhouses and what speed! After three or four minutes, the fish's strength diminishes, and it keeps circling around us. Cameron is even nervous himself and wants us to land the permit. He advises me not to apply too much pressure because permits have a soft mouth, and we don't want to tear it. // Another danger looms: a lemon shark is following our fish and attempting to attack. Cameron stops filming. David, with his guide, joins us and helps scare off the shark.
The day seems like it's over, and it appears that I'm a real lucky guy. On the first day, with only my second serious cast, I land a sizable permit weighing around 6-7 kilograms! I'm thrilled with the catch; it's absolutely stunning.
2nd Fishing Day
I've booked a half-day offshore trip with the "Predator" boat, and I'm already excited. We troll two teasers in parallel at a depth of 40-60 meters. After five minutes, we witness the first attack on one of the teasers, followed by another on the second.
The skipper and the guide pull back the teasers, and I cast my fly. Kyle, the guide, knows right away that these are bonitos. I've hooked my first offshore fish, a 4-5 kilogram bonito. Once again, I realize how aggressive the bite is and how much strength saltwater fish have. The bonito is filleted, and the fillets are mounted on the teasers. In the meantime, I'm becoming more confident and understanding the process.
"Wahoo!" Kyle shouts, and I can see the fish with the teaser in its mouth leap out of the water. Then there's another attack on the second teaser. I cast my fly again and see a flash through the water heading directly for my fly. The strip strike is a wishful thought. The bite and the initial run are so aggressive that I burn my finger with the fly line. However, I manage to land my first wahoo. An incredible experience! We have several more attacks on the teasers that morning. I catch another bonito, and that's the end of it.