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The Pacific Coast of Colombia — World Class Fishing and Hospitality

The first thing that pops into most people head when you mention Colombia is the question, Is it safe? The short answer is yes. A lot has changed in this country since the cocaine cowboy days of the 80s and 90s. Extra security and international co-operation with the United Sates has dismantled most of the major drug cartels. The 2016 peace agreement between the Colombian government and FARC rebels has further laid the groundwork for record numbers of international tourists. Tourism is up over 300 percent since 2001, and last year, over 4 million visitors flocked to this beautiful, culturally rich country that is eager to show itself off to the world once again.

The Lead Up

I first got wind of Colombia’s new fishing opportunities from a call with Gavin Hodges, who owns Flatsbag, a company that runs exotic flyfishing trips. Hodges wanted to run some trips out of Colombia and asked me if Id be interested in hosting one myself out of a place called Bahia Solano. After I asked Is it safe?, I told him I would ask around and see what I could find. The first guy I called couldnt have been more enthusiastic about Colombia. He hadnt fished there, but he’d visited several cities and said it was one of the most beautiful countries hed ever been, with great people and great food to boot. I looked up Bahia Solano, Colombia on Google Earth and discovered that is was only about 60 miles or so south of Pinas Bay, Panama, home of the legendary Tropic Star Lodge, and I started to giggle. Tropic Star is arguably the best place to catch a black marlin outside of Australia and is home to numerous IGFA world records. And while 60 miles can be a huge distance, Bahia Solano sat right in the middle of a fishing wonderland. The area is marked by deepwater pushing against a rugged, sparsely populated shoreline dotted with deep bays and river estuaries. I was pretty much sold on the trip at that point, but amazingly, I got another call about Colombia the following day! It was like karma or something. My buddy Capt. Jack Graham from Kitty Hawk, North Carolina told me that he had just taken a job at Black Sands Lodge down in, you guessed it, Bahia Solano. Graham wanted to know if Id like to come down to take pictures and write stories about the fishing. Graham had been fishing the area for several weeks and said that the tuna bite was so off the chain that he really hadnt done anything other than toss poppers at 100-pounders all day. His boss, Felipe Morales, promised us 10 days worth of fuel and carte blanche use of the lodge brand new 35-foot Contender to explore the area and catch what we could catch. I immediately agreed to the springtime (March 2019) trip with Graham and then called Hodges to tell him that Id checked the place out and couldnt wait to host the trip later in October.

a nice black marlin getting ready to be released boatside

Rocky pinnacles and lots of tuna can mean only one thing”black marlin.

Easy Trip

One of the many great things about Colombia is its relative proximity to the U.S. It only a 3-hour flight out of Miami to Medellin, the city where folks who are traveling to Bahia Solano stay overnight before jumping on a commuter flight to the coast the next morning. Medellin is also a gateway for the many anglers who are heading inland to chase world-class peacock bass and other exotics in the country pristine jungle rivers. I met several of these anglers in the airport on my way into Colombia who were on return trips. Their pictures of 20-pound plus peacock bass and huge arapaima made me vow to come back to the jungle to target these river monsters. I arrived in Medellin fairly late in the evening. Immediately, I was struck by the modern airport and the quick, professional service from everyone I encountered. My ride was waiting for me right outside baggage claim. He told me that we had a short 40-minute ride over the mountain into Medellin. (I found out later that this trip can last over an hour depending on the time you are traveling). The air was cool and dry at this altitude. Medellin lies at a 4,900-foot elevation, and we were crossing over a mountain that towers above the city. Although I couldnt see much in the dark, several jaguar-crossing signs along the road added a little extra thrill. My hotel, the Sites, sat in a charming residential neighborhood in downtown Medellin. As we drove in, I noticed several fast-food stands about two blocks from the hotel that were still packed with people. As soon as I checked in, I decided to take a stroll and find something to eat. I mention these little details because I know how sensitive some people are about the safety issue here. Ive traveled around the world for fishing spots, and there are several where I would never go outside after dark. In contrast, I felt perfectly safe here walking around, by myself, close to midnight. (I got a great double cheeseburger by the way, by far the best burger Ive ever had in South America!) The next morning at breakfast, I met with a couple of anglers and supermodels Graham had recruited from North Carolina. Graham childhood friends Capt. Daniel Burrus and Justin Stewart were our ringers. Burrus runs C-Salt charters and Stewart manages his family tackle business, TW Bait and Tackle in Nags Head, North Carolina. They also carried a cooler full of fresh ballyhoo. We enjoyed an excellent breakfast at the hotel, then rode in our cab to the airport ten minutes away. Again, I was very impressed by the modern facilities and professionalism of the gate agents and security personnel. They were all very pleasant and welcoming. The flight from Medellin to Bahia Solano only took 45 minutes, and I would swear that plane was brand new. a small island

Black Sands Lodge

Once you step off the plane in Bahia Solano you finally realize that you are not in Kansas anymore. The small, yet busy airstrip (three flights a day to and from Medellin alone) is cut right out of the jungle. The walkway to the customs hut is lined with whole yellowfin tuna, wrapped and frozen solid, silently steaming in tropical heat. Graham, a pretty big fellow, towered over the mass of locals and waved us over to pay our airport tax. (You need cash by the way”thanks Daniel!) As soon as we got our bags together, we jumped into a three-wheeled taxi for the bumpy five-minute ride down to the fueling station where the Siroco, the lodge brand-new 35-foot Contender waited on a mooring ball. Since it was still before noon, Graham decided to start the trip early. So our luggage stayed in the panga to head for the lodge while we started offshore to locate the tuna schools. I would have said “hunt for the tuna schools,” but there really no hunting here. As soon as we cleared the mouth of the bay, maybe ten minutes from the lodge, schools of big yellowfin began busting bait all around us. Out came the spinning rods and big poppers, and Burris and Stewart both hooked up immediately. Stewart got his 20-pounder into the boat, and we all thought of the fresh sashimi wed enjoy later that evening. Burrus lost his first one right at the boat. But after a quick regroup, the boys were back on the bow tossing poppers into the schools of frothing tuna. Burrus got one to stick, and after quickly dispatching this bigger fish, we decided to leave the tunas alone and go see what other mischief we could get into. As we swept back close to shore, I instantly recognized its topography. The rugged, rocky shoreline and deep black water looked just like Panama. As we slowly motored through the rocks, the boys started throwing their poppers up into the surge, trying to entice a big cubera snapper to come up and smash it. Instead, a school of marauding jack cravalle crashed the party, and a double hook up of big jacks put a hurting on our anglers. After a few pictures, we decided to head back to get our first looks at the lodge before it got dark. As we ran back home at 50-plus mph in the flat calm water, we spotted several sails lazily tailing on the surface, all traveling from the north to south. A good omen for the coming days. Felipe Morales, manager of Black Sands Fishing (www.blacksandsfishing.com), comes from a long line of fishermen; his family owns and operates a string of high-end flyfishing lodges in Argentina. Morales was raised fishing and guiding on some of the best trout rivers in the world. He grew accustomed to providing the very best service, accommodations and fishing experiences to his guests. I had some jungle-exploring friends that first told me about this place, says Morales. When I came on my first trip we didnt catch much, but I was very impressed with the landscape. I came back later on during the summer and we caught a few sails and absolutely destroyed the tunas. Morales was convinced that the fishing could support a lodge. At the time, several other fishing businesses were thriving in the area, mostly targeting inshore anglers that wanted to throw poppers to snappers or target roosterfish and groupers. Morales wanted to target the offshore anglers while still offering the inshore variety and providing lodge-style accommodations and service. We found a local partner here with a house that didnt require much work to bring up to our international standards, says Morales. We want your experience here to be more than what you would get at a rough fishing camp ¦ we want to have that lodge vibe … bring some comfort to the clients. There nothing quite like this here now. The lodge sits perched up on a steep hillside, just a couple hundred feet from the surf line, offering spectacular views of the bay from large verandas on both floors. My room had a king-sized bed and a private bath. Although there no air conditioning at the lodge, I never missed it. I was there in March, and the cool temperatures and absence of biting insects was striking. The rooms had all been recently tightly screened, so you open the large shutters and let the sea breeze blow through the room each night.

 a fisherman holding a nice yellowfin tuna

The yellowfin tuna fishing out of Black Sands Lodge is stable and consistent. That’s a hell of a selling point.

The Meat

Aside from all travel-related niceties, of which there are many, the real reason to visit Colombia really is the fishing. You really cant begin to beat the tuna fishing. While Graham sometimes turned to his radar to locate birds and tuna schools at the start of each day, more often than not that the only time he had to look at it. With little pressure, the schools stayed up on the bait and it was easy to catch as many as you wanted all day every day, ranging in size from 20 to 100-pounds. I saw several that easily went 250 but we never got one that big to hit a popper. Graham, who has now spent more than seven months fishing out of the lodge, says that If you want a trophy tuna on topwater, come down anytime from January through March. Weve caught one weighing 200-pounds and several over 150. There big tuna offshore and big snook inshore at the same time. Fishing is good year around, says Graham, but come April, when the sardines come pouring through on their annual migration, the fishing just gets sick. We had 43 teaser bites on May 29 while flyfishing for sails, says Graham. That totally on par with what I experienced two weeks before the sardines arrived. All those sails we saw traveling from north to south just kept multiplying over the course of my 10-day trip. Unfortunately, the water was unseasonably cold. We had to look hard to find 72-degree water, and the sails seemed to have lockjaw. After not getting any bites with trolled dead baits”with tailing sails everywhere”we cheated a bit and threw the net on some live baits on the beach. Made the short run back out the sails and caught nine (all really big ones) on live baits before calling it day. The next day, I told the boys we were done cheating and were going to target the sails dead bait only to see what we could do. They agreed and we set out to get these tight-lipped jokers to bite. We rarely got a blind strike throughout the entire day. Graham had to put the baits right on the nose of the tailing schools to get them to fire off, but fire off they did once we got the routine down and the fellows got their thumbs under control. The boys caught 21 out of 30 bites on dead ballyhoo. Ive never seen that many sails up on the surface like that”anywhere. Graham hasnt been able to do much marlin fishing. He caught two after targeting them with lures for only four or five days. I know that there are some big ones there. Just 30 miles from the lodge there a point of rocky land called Cabo Marzo that stretches out across the mouth of a bay. On one side of this huge rock that comes out of the water a good five stories, the water is around 400 feet deep. On the other it about 2,000. It pretty much a Zane Grey reef that comes out of the water! What more, this rock is covered up in all kinds of bait. The first run of sardines had just started showing up, so giant schools of yellowfin tuna, jack crevalle and whale sharks all converged at the mouth of the bay to feast on the sardines. I know that anyone soaking a live tuna on that rock is going to get bit. This place is a legitimate world-class destination for all-around anglers, says Graham. You can bait-and-switch for sails, throw poppers or jigs for giant snappers and tunas or troll the beaches for roosterfish or snook. All that stuff is available here in a very small space. If youve fished in all the good Central and South American hot spots but have steered clear of Colombia for one reason or another, now the time to explore a great newly rediscovered destination in safety and comfort. Do you have any comments or questions for us? We’d love to hear from you.