I can still remember the excitement of my first trip to Cuba to fish. I was living in Belize at the time and a friend and client from England who was a photographer, asked me if I’d meet him in Havana to then go fishing on the south coast for a week. He said we'd be fishing the Cienega de Zapata National Park and while I'd never heard of it, I eagerly juymped at the chance. I was hooked on the Zapata after my first day, with countless bonefish landed and two shots at some nice sized snook that I completely blew.