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Wasting no time, I meet Blue Marlin’s guide, Capt. Richard. He’s ready to fish and so am I. We’re soon in a 23-foot Mako heading for a spot outside the reef. Little tuna are breaking water in all directions, and we’re trolling every lure on the boat, but these fish aren’t having it. The captain suggests I try deep-dropping for snapper and positions the boat in 400 feet of water. We drop our baits, and as with the bonefish, the hungry red snappers quickly start biting. We boat enough for a belly-stuffing dinner as the wind is picking up, the seas are getting some attitude, and the day is getting short. Fishing should always be this easy.
After a night of stargazing in the peaceful darkness outside my cozy hut (very Robinson Crusoe), I’m ready to return to that cobalt water. Capt. Richard is ready, too. It’s only about 15 miles to Glover’s Reef, a spot popular with local commercial and recreational anglers as its fish-filled shallows are right next to steep drop offs. The reef protects boaters fishing the deep on the leeward side, too. It’s an idyllic scenario, really.
We’re now working the reef’s edges for grouper. The port-side wireline starts singing and I take the rod. Over the rail comes a fat family-meal-size grouper. Richard and I begin swapping marlin stories, which we’ve got plenty of as we’re both offshore addicts, but soon our talk turns into action as we deploy a marlin spread. A short jog into blue water and almost instantly we’re hit hard and fast on the ‘rigger bait. Sadly, the fish comes unbuttoned. We sigh, wonder about his size, and troll on.
It’s late-afternoon and now the barracuda are rampaging our baits. Our boat is almost full of these fast-running fish. Unlike U.S.-caught barracuda, which are not edible, these are. We’ll take some home for Rozella and the staff at the lodge.
And just like that the sun is sinking into the sea and I’m back at the dock and packing to go home. Where did the week go?
It’s 8:30 a.m. and I’m sitting in my midtown-Manhattan office writing these words. But in my mind, I’m still in paradise, a little place called Belize.
This article originally appeared in the May 2009 issue of Power & Motoryacht magazine.