by Joe Doggett
The first day I fished for permit,
late ‘70s. We were stationed at the
Back at the lodge I was crowing over
I caught a permit. Well, naturally.
old Pez Maya camp south of the
my accomplishment and a pair of
Of course. That’s the upside. The
ruins of Tulum. The same afternoon
huffy anglers from South Florida
downside is that the 5-pounder
I caught several bonefish on a fly rod
exchanged a stony look.
grabbed a Wiggle Jig on a light
and a 20-pound tarpon on a topwater
spinning rod.
plug on a casting outfit.
The hookup occurred on my fledgling
Wow, I thought, a grand slam! This is
catching all three in a single day on a
trip to Mexico’s Yucatan during the
easy!
fly. On a fly.”
“No, no, Tex, you don’t understand,” one corrected. “A grand slam means
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