The first time I used the newer fly in the Yucatán, I was fishing out of Isla del Sabalo lodge on the northwest side of the Yucatán Peninsula, sharing a skiff with lodge owner Ruz, a superb fly-angler and fly tier in his own right. We were working our way up a productive saltwater creek tightly lined with mangroves, and on just about every bend we’d encounter pods and schools of tarpon busting a fairly small, silver baitfish. The poons ranged from a couple of pounds up into the teens. I’d been fishing a bright orange fly that wasn’t drawing much attention. The decision was easy: wrong fly, so change to something white and more baitfish-looking. I pulled out a Sabalo Yucatán, and from the moment it hit the water next to a busting tarpon, it was game on in a big way. Those tarpon climbed all over that fly, and I was jumping fish into the air and sometimes into the mangrove bushes with incredible regularity. For a while, it was a fish almost every cast.