For a 40th birthday present to ourselves, a good friend and I decided to head to Belize. It was a trip organized through Orvis in Bellevue at El Pescador Resort on Ambergris Caye. It was our first trip to Belize, and our first time hunting Bones, Tarpon and Permit. No doubt, we watched plenty of footage of those monsters being fought on fly rods prior to the trip. We thought we knew what we were getting ourselves into. Practiced our double hauls in the wind. Bought head-to-toe sun gear. Spent mounds of money of flies, fancy leaders, warm water fly lines. We planned our trip 9 months in advance, and couldn't wait to get there. Eight hours a day on the water, for five days in a row, all your lines re-tied before bed, boats leave at 6am. It was to be a trip of a lifetime. And it most certainly was... So much so that it inspired me to write a story about it. I'm not a writer by trade nor by hobby. But the experience was so mind blowing, I had difficulty answering people when they asked me "So how was Belize?" Thus, I sat down and wrote down what kept running in my head. An attempt to capture the visceral intensity of the trip. The result is here, the first entry in my blog, potentially my last, but I had to put it somewhere. It's not your typical essay, its more of a narrative that puts you on the bow of the boat. Hope you enjoy it. http://linesinthewater.blogspot.com/ For those planning a similar trip to the Caribbean for the first time, I'm happy to share how I would have prepared differently. There were many assumptions that I made that were way off, and things I'd do differently. It's worth noting, the intensity of our trip was by design. The guides will tailor your experience to your goals and temperament. You want to catch fish hand over fist? No prob. You want to go after fish bigger than you, get ready to rumble. We wanted to see what it was like to play with the big boys. It was amazing, frustrating, incredible and humbling. Can't wait to go back.