The sudden itch that I just had to scratch.

Flying over the untouched flats of Belize on the Tropic Air Cessna plane last November to San Pedro, Ambergris Caye was life changing "a ha moment" to say the least. I needed to spend some quality time in this exotic place and begin what I'd like to say is a romantic relationship with flyfishing in saltwater. 

The plane was packed so I got stuck between my two new friends that I just met for our week long trip with Simms, checking out all their new gear for 2013 while trying to stick a few permit. Squashed in the middle between Simms Central American Sales Rep Wil Flack and photographer Brian Grossenbacher, it was a Lacey sandwich and we instantly became friends for the 15 minute plane ride over one of the most incredible bodies of water on planet earth. I always knew that I would move south from where I grew up but didn't expect that to be Belize until I stepped off that plane in San Pedro on the last leg of the shoot. 

My roots start in Southwest Florida but I've always dreamed of living down in the FL Keys where it's fishing heaven and hot like tamales. I couldn't stop thinking that this was what the FL Keys was like when my forefathers where growing up. Long stretches of untouched shorelines to explore with few if any other boats in sight. 

Something in my soul comes alive when I'm in a place that not many people have ever been. This was like the fishing version of my hunting experiences down in the Florida Everglades. Instead of cruising cypress heads for ghost like bucks, I'm scouring the flats for elusive permit. With my eyes twinkling I gazed over the flats of Belize seeing several massive feeds of bonefish, making me wonder if those chewin' fools had ever seen a fly nonetheless a fisherman.

With so many square miles to explore and so many fish to feel at the end of fly rod I would soon become a professional fish bum. Sleeping in hammocks, nursing my cut up feet from bonefishing, making rum concoctions with fresh mango, testing the limitations of my gear, and tying bugs were all apart of my daily routine for the summer.

Many of you have asked if I'm guiding down here, and the answer is not yet. Someday I hope to share this special place with you all but in the meantime you can join me on some hosted trips that I will be offering in the next year. 

Soaking it all up like a sponge this amazing opportunity to visit Belize was made possible by Simms Fishing Products and I will never be able to thank them enough for not only broadening my horizons but absolutely changing my life. Completely obsessed about flyfishing for permit like a teenage girl thinks about the boy she's crushing on that doesn't even know she's in the room, I find myself daydreaming about sexy black tails & rubber lips all day, everyday. 

Live. Love. Fish.

- Capt Lacey

 

 

Summertime Sadness

Summertime. It's bittersweet to me knowing that I will have to wait all year for it to be summer again. We have now entered into the Autumn Equinox with the first day of Fall officially gracing our calendars a few days ago. I absolutely adore the beginning of our Fall fishing in Southwest Florida, giant knots of redfish & hungry monster snooks feeding fabulous on most tides. Football fields of whitebait can be located on the grass flats and along our beaches ready to fill your live wells. I've been fortunate enough to grace my home waters with a few days of fishing while I'm in town and it's been fairly impressive considering how much fresh water has been released from Lake Okeechobee into our bay. With the color of the water looking like... well a bad toilet experience it's amazing how hot the bite is! If you'd like to get on the water with one of our great guides in the Fort Myers, Sanibel, Pine Island areas just shoot me a email @ captainlacey@gmail.com and I will hook you up.

In the meantime I'm going to sit here and watch this short video of my summer experience in Belize on loop and drink my coffee :)  

Live. Love. Fish. 

 

 - Capt Lacey

 

Hasta Luego Belize.....

Hammocks, rum concoctions, & bonefish... all the necessary ingredients to becoming a permit freak.

I've spent the last 6 months working my tail off to get the job done and in the process learned a few valuable lessons to share. 

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Aiming for that prick of a permit made grow as flyfisher & a person. A wise man told me that I better get a truckload of bonefish under my belt before I keep chasing permit. Although I'd rather not admit that my first permit on fly may have been 10% skill and the rest luck, well it's probably true.

><>>> BONEFISH. BONEFISH. BONEFISH. ><>>>

If you're new to the whole saltwater flyfishing gig and your goal is to catch a permit on fly, a few things to think about:  

- Take a step back and get your double haul on (if you don't know what that is then you prob don't have a very good chance of getting the job done. Stop by a local fly shop and they can help you out with some lessons).

- BONEFISH. Lots of it, be accurate at 40, 50, 60, 70 feet and make them eat!  

- Keep calm & quiet...... nobody wants nervous nelly on their bow freaking out about every shot they missed, why the permit refused your filet mignon of a fly, or the marching band practicing their drum skills when your fly line gets all wrapped around your feet and you're trying to get it off. 

- Relax and take a breather in the hammock, crack a cold one and enjoy reflecting upon your day on the water! 

I'll be back in Belize in November to get the job done with Mr. Permit. ROUND TWO BABY!!

 

Source: www.belizefly.com